The Lost Metal Novels & Stories

“Then, where’s your closest l**k?” Z only gave him a bored look before walking out, telling him not to go anywhere unless he had a death wish. Five minutes later, she arrived carrying a three-year-old girl whose pink, curly hair barely reached its neck. Her eyes were pink as well, but there was something in the way it flickered that made Kleint move back. “This is my cousin, Zeniah. Now, let’s get this over with.” “Are you sure—” “Stop asking irrelevant question.” Proceeding as planned, Kleint bound the three blood, which was the reason a silver chain materialized in thin air, accompanied by a glinting ruby. However, before he could even touch it, it vanished, leaving no trace of its existen

Frederick made his way underground quickly. He descended into a room with walls made entirely of strange metals that were as strong as Mid-Level Artefacts. The underground bunker was largely empty. For the only things in the room were a set of pitch black armor coupled with a slender sword and large screen that was embedded in a section of the wall. Before the screen was a comfortable looking chair and some wires.

Bowen sighed as he led the way into the abandoned Metal Mining area. He didn't expect a return to Metal Mining this soon. To be honest, Bowen didn't want to have anything to do with Leonard anymore. However, he could not let Edmund go without a reliable navigator. Metal Mining's passageways were quite winding and dangerous. If someone went inside without adequate understanding, that person could get lost or get trapped in the mine without coming out alive.

I heard her cry out, and the sound of someone hitting the floor, along with the familiar metallic clink of thick, metal chains, and immediately pushed my way through the crowd. Haden tried to call me back to him, but I barely noticed, my whole being focused entirely on finding her.

Naked and all. "Fine, you win." She spits out. "Oh, I know. The thing is winning is not enough. I know that you are not going to just let losing go. You are going to come back as soon as I let my guard down again. I will not spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder wondering when you are going to show back up." I promise her. "So, what are you planning to do then?" She asks scared. "You heard what happened to Morden right? How about you join her in that basement of ours?" I ask her.

"I was looking for proof that you were a plant sent to sabotage the Moonstone core. But theft? That’s so much easier to punish. I wonder what Serena will say when I show her you’ve been looting the treasury for keepsakes." She laughed, a sharp, braying sound that grated against my ears. She moved to tuck the silver moon into her own pocket. I didn't beg. I didn't explain. I reached into the Root layer of the room. Every object in this city had a digital signature. Every metal had a frequency. I locked onto the silver alloy in her hand. I didn't think about my anger; I thought about 1,500 degrees Fahrenheit. The melting point of silver. I thought about atoms vibrating until the lattice shatte

And he hadn't left it empty. It wasn't just a pile of gold. It was a graveyard of human greed and lost civilizations. Mountains of ancient, minted coins formed dunes across the cavern floor. Scattered among the gold were things that shouldn't exist outside of museums and myths: the lost jeweled crowns of forgotten empires, perfectly preserved statues from Atlantis, and weapons forged from meteorite iron that hummed with dead magic. The walls of the cavern were embedded with raw, uncut diamonds and rubies the size of human skulls, catching the ambient light and turning the cavern into a twisted, glittering cathedral.

he said, the single word rolling through the cavern like distant thunder. Silence fell, but it was brittle. Zara rose to stand beside him, her eyes catching the silver light until they gleamed like twin moons. “This vein is more than a treasure,” she said. “It’s a test. Moon-silver can strengthen the accords we bled to forge—or it can tear them apart. If you treat it like gold, it will kill you like poison.” Her voice carried an edge of prophecy that made even the witches flinch. Bram cleared his throat, lowering his gaze. “The miners won’t go deeper until it’s decided. Some say they hear…whispers. Like the metal speaks.”

Mariah touched the metal on Yihan’s left arm and said, “Because it is the most valuable and rarest metal on this planet. Legends have that thousands of years ago when the supreme God Uraos descended on earth to live a quiet life abdicating the throne of heaven to his daughter Isret the celestial force on the ground where Uraos had landed transformed it into a rare element. Later on, the secret community which dedicated their lives to Uraos settled there and prospered. But one day when they were attacked in search of the secret divine weapon left by Uraos and the metal was discovered as well. In the wrong hands, this metal will create destruction beyond one’s imagination. So, the sorcerers se

As he stood up and directed his gaze on the meteorite belt not far ahead, a smile graced the corners of his mouth. "I should gather all this metal Uru as soon as possible and then proceed to the next location!" Severin muttered to himself before swiftly retrieving the Heavenly Cauldron from his spatial ring. The cauldron grew to the size of a small hill. Severin raised his hand toward a meteorite that was several miles wide. The rock, drawn in by an invisible force, shattered into pieces, revealing the silvery-white metal Uru hidden inside it. Severin clapped his hands without hesitation, and the Heavenly Cauldron unleashed a powerful suction force that drew in all the fragments. Several mom