The Lost Metal Novels & Stories

It was time to rip the rest of Damon's secrets completely out of the bedrock. "This is it," Miller whispered, his teeth chattering in the freezing air as he pointed a shaking finger at the circular groove in the center of the titanium. "The core." Fennigan lifted his hand, staring down at the object resting in his palm. In the dim, subterranean light, the horrific reality of the jewelry was undeniable. It wasn't carved entirely of bone. It was a thick, heavy, masculine band of solid silver. But set directly into the center of the metal, sitting exactly where a precious gemstone should have been, was the smooth, polished piece of stolen elemental bone. It gleamed with a sickening, iridescent

Thousands of those silver spheres were falling with us, turning the sky into a sea of metal. "Lyra, look!" Tessa pointed out the shattered window. The city wasn't a ruin anymore. In the seconds we had been in the air, the Hive Mind had rebuilt the Council Tower. But it wasn't made of glass and steel. It was made of pulsing, organic metal that looked like a giant brain. "The Mother-Tree," the echo whispered. "It is time for the final harvest. All silver blood must be returned to the source." The ship slammed into the side of the new tower. We weren't crushed by the impact. The organic metal of the building simply opened up like a mouth and swallowed the entire ship.

Lin and Luna gasped in unison. Alexander sighed contentedly." He exhaled, watching Sebastian struggle to sit upright again. "Let me tell you a story, dear boy." Silence ensued. Then Alexander started. “Years ago, "Years ago, your mother, Jake Morgan, and I went on an art expedition. We stumbled upon something far more valuable than paintings or sculptures. A box filled with a type of rare metal. Something the world had never seen before” Sebastian’s brow furrowed, but he said nothing.

(Elijah) Now that she mentioned it I remember that, the Magic Eye (My Satellite) has a records of several ruins and dungeon that possesses high yield of Magic metals. Magic Metals is a category of metals that have a high conductivity of magic current, the most famous known metals of it's kind was Orihalcum, Mithrils and moonstones. It's also widely known that Elven Nations were the only sole producer of this kind of magic metals and they have a total controls of it, of course the Dwarven and human kingdoms have some of it but, not as many that they can make it as one of their trading materials.

She tilts her head, studying me like I’m a bug under a microscope. A flash of silver catches my eye. Around her neck, resting against the dark fabric of her tunic, is a necklace. A rough, unpolished lump of metal on a silver chain. It glows faintly in the gloom. Star-metal. My blood runs cold. It’s the same ore I spent weeks mining. The same metal I was going to use for Charlie’s anniversary gift. "You," I breathe. "How?" Charlie’s supposedly deceased mother’s lips curve into a small, humorless smile. She looks down at the basket. She reaches out a hand, her long fingers hovering over my son’s face.

“And they don’t know I exist?” Victor shook his head. “Not yet.” Ethan looked at the black sedan. Then at the mansion looming behind him. Everything in his life felt like it was standing on unstable ground. “If I agree, where would I go?” Ethan asked quietly. “The Cross Estate.” “That place still exists?” “ It was rebuilt in secrecy. Only the inner circle members are aware of its location.” Victor replied. Ethan exhaled slowly. “And you expect me to just walk into this life?”

Cassian nodded, his smile tinged with sadness. “Our ancestors managed to ruin us,” Cassian said with a playful laugh, and I couldn’t help but join him, laughing too. As crazy as it sounded, our ancestors had indeed made things difficult for us. “But I need to know how everything happened. I’m going to see my grandmother tomorrow. There’s a collection of family journals in my grandfather’s home office, and I’ll check if any belong to Melia Castellanos,” I said. Cassian nodded in agreement. “Let’s eat,” Cassian said, placing the dossier back in the file cabinet where we’d found it.

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"It's not his. It never was. It's theirs. He's been drawing on it since he put them under." "If the bond breaks," Alec said. "The working collapses. The borrowed time ends." Godric looked at the room. "He doesn't just weaken. He catches up to a hundred and fifty years of decay simultaneously." Soren leaned forward. "All at once." "All at once," Godric said. The room sat with that. "We need someone who's been inside that compound," Fallen said. "The layout. The numbers. Guard rotations." She was already half standing, her coat in her hand. "The rogues we've taken — I'll start tonight."

Even my vision cleared, allowing me to see the space around me with something approaching normal perception. The silver veins that ran through the walls pulsed with a faint light that seemed to respond to my presence. As I moved deeper into the cavern, they brightened, as if welcoming me home. The metal was not ordinary ore but something older, something that predated the kingdoms of men and the bargains of monsters. It sang with a frequency that resonated in my bones, a harmony that my fractured soul recognized even if my mind could not name it.