The Lost Metal Novels & Stories

If it was available in the market then I'm willing to spend a lot of money to buy it. "Very well then. This gem costs twenty thousand mags" mags is our currency in this kingdom. I took twenty-five, one-thousand bills of mags and gave it to the vendor. Twenty thousand for the gem and five thousand as a tip. The old vendor took the money and gave me the gem, still inside the glass case. I was so happy that I got the gem, I immediately returned to the dormitory. Completely forgetting my hunger.

I carry it over to her and she takes one of my hands, making it rub over the metal clasp on the front and it clicks open. "Hey, how did you do that?" I say pouting. "It's magic" she says. She opens the book to the first page and I peer over her hands. "This books broken, there's no pictures" I say disappointed, expecting to see something exciting. My mother laughs again. "Concentrate really hard and tell me if you see anything" I furrow my small brow and pierce my lips in my best concentration face. I blink and in-between blinks I see a picture and words flash on the page before disappearing with the next blink.

Even when I had disappeared, taken to that blasted island, everything remained where I had last placed it. I was only gone for an afternoon. It was still so perfect when I left. Blinking through tears, I see a shiny bit of metal gleaming in the ashy dark. It is so small I could have easily missed it, had my head not been turned in just the right way for it to sparkle just slightly. Keeping my head tilted to one side, without taking my eyes off of it, I move around fallen and burned items to dig up an unexpected treasure. The silver comb, the one given to me by Atlas at the expo.

Dean rubbed his palm on his mother’s shoulders as they waited for what the doctor had to say. “Mrs. King, we need to do the surgery on your son. The bullet has gone deep inside his body and we need to take it out before it gets even deeper. And we need blood, he has already lost too much blood, and we only have one bag left.” said the doctor.

However as Mr Sanchez continued to examine the card his expression changed, when he noticed something about the card that caught his attention. He was very intrigued by the card. "Interesting," Mr. Sanchez murmured thoughtfully, flipping the card to examine the other side. Its surface shined with a silvery white metal. And it also had special designs that made it look opulent. The words ‘Platinum Elite Express Card’ were written on it, in bold lettering, signaling its exclusivity. But that was not the only thing that caught Mr Sanchez's attention, on the corner of the card, he noticed something, it was an emblem.

You act without thinking! The guard led Shaun up the stairs to the first floor of the castle. It was the first time Shaun had been inside the castle; the interior was decorated with dark wood and light blue tapestries. Blue and white carpets lined the walkways, lit up by small lanterns. Although Nightstar Pack was a relatively small pack, the castle was covered in lavish decorations. Shaun's journey through the labyrinthine corridors of the castle led him to the heart of the Alpha's domain—the council room. Twelve figures sat in solemn judgment, their eyes boring into him with a scrutiny that made his skin crawl. Alpha Thorne, a commanding presence seated upon his throne, regarded Shaun with

gave me a necklace, always have this with you, I was confused, why grandma and who was that you were talking too, no one my dear, it was just this experiment I was working on, why should I keep the necklace, what do you mean by who would guide me, nothing my dear, come let’s have some tea, I followed grandma to the kitchen, I looked at the necklace and twirled it around my neck, I watched her make the tea, if my eyes were not mistaken I saw a little light in her hand when she was making my tea, I took the tea and drank it, I went to bed that night thinking about it, I woke up the next day normal like nothing happened yesterday” I woke up to reality, so that’s how grandma made me forget it,

When we reached his room, he led me straight to the closet He pressed his thumb against the hidden latch on a hidden panel and a lock clicked open. There was a narrow compartment behind it which revealed the safe. He entered the code, and the small door clicked open. The golden stake lay inside, untouched and gleaming faintly. For a second, neither of us moved. Then I stepped closer and reached in. The moment my fingers wrapped around it, warmth spread through my palm. I turned to him. “So how do we destroy it?” His gaze dropped to it, thoughtful. “It looks like it was forged with metal. Then it can be melted.”

“They were silver. Completely silver.” A warrior swore under his breath. Dorian’s expression darkened. “Are you sure?” I nodded. His jaw tightened, his face unreadable. “What does it mean?” I pressed. Dorian glanced at the other warriors before motioning for them to clear the room. When we were alone, he leaned in slightly. “There’s only one kind of werewolf with fully silver eyes,” he said quietly. “A Shadowborn.” My blood ran cold. I had heard the stories. Whispers of an ancient bloodline, wolves who weren’t just strong but unnatural. Faster, deadlier. Some said they were created through dark magic. Others that they were cursed.

I said sharply. Drake looked straight ahead. “There’s a rare kind of metal. It’s called Shadow Iron. It’s not easy to find, but if someone has it, they can kill me.” A cold feeling settled in my chest. “And… do the soldiers have it?” Drake shook his head. “No. If they did, I wouldn’t have been able to hide so easily.” I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.