Why Can't Homelander See Through Zinc Novels & Stories

well, it didn't seem like his father drew the line with anyone. Another thing we'd discovered in that dark cellar was that Zander could see in the dark when he touched me. Seeing in the dark was my thing, not Zander's. Yet somehow, he had tapped into my ability. In the other night's vision, Zander had been able to see in the dark again. It was such a normal thing for me that I hadn't realized what he had been doing until now. But this time he'd had night vision without touching me.

I raised my head just as the first zinc-plated enforcer dropped from the darkness of the ceiling girders. He didn't use a parachute or a cable. He landed directly on the central concrete walkway, his four-toed magnetic claws punching two-inch craters into the solid masonry with a concussive bang that shook the marrow in my shins. His jaw was split wide open, the silver data-ports beneath his zinc teeth spitting a thin stream of blue lubricant as his three-layered blue quartz lens spun wildly inside its socket, trying to lock its tracking solution through the dense, white sulfur smoke.

“Nothing goes wrong, Livy. You’ve spent five years in the dark. Tonight, we bring the sun down on them.” I stood up, the strength returning to my limbs. The “battery” was full. The strategy was set. I looked at my reflection in the mirror—not the hollowed-out doll Michael had seen, but a woman with a ledger in her heart and a blade in her hand. As I dressed to return to the den of lions, Zander handed me a small, silver pin. It looked like a piece of jewelry, but I knew it was a high-frequency transmitter. “The moment you press this, the broadcast starts,” he said.

"Yep, if you can use this truth o Zander's betrayal just right we can get her to finish Zander off, obviously the guilt will eventually eat her up inside and she'll kill her own self or you could take care of her, but if you can manipulate her just right…" "We can get rid of Zander," he continues, eyes darting about excitedly. I'd spent months reading about Zander's curse and initially like Tristan I'd thought he was completely immortal, silver didn't work, wolfsbane didn't work, ordinary weopns barely caused temporary damage, I was already half way ready to give up and plan a seduction tactic on him when I'd stumbled upon that dusty old book. And that's when I'd seen it. A dagger carved fro

the Adjuster shrieked, the other three units lunging forward, their standardization irons humming as they swept toward the tree. But Xander didn't let them reach the bark. He reached out and grabbed the leader's steel rod with his bare hands, his palms smoking as the high-frequency violet current tore through his bandages. The orange light beneath his chest didn't flare into an empire's fire; it remained a deep, concentrated ember that focused entirely into his grip, melting the polished steel of the tool into a useless, twisted loop of zinc and lead. "We are the remainder!" Xander roared, his voice breaking the violet haze as he hurled the blinded unit back toward the aluminum gangplank of

" 'That's crazy, so Agnes is there?' Carson asked. 'Yes Agnes is here and she's pissed that Hazel killed her sister.' 'We know where you are, we're coming to get you at dawn,' Zander declared. 'Wait, the building was constructed with silver and iron and the land is covered with wolf's bane.' 'Shit, we knew about The wolf's bane but not the silver nor iron,' Zander hissed. 'Look, I don't have much time, tell Gerry I love him.' The mind link faded. "So they want our Luna," Allen said. "They can't have her."

This was the cellar of the Iron City. ​“We cannot claw through this,” the scout said, looking at the thick metal. “It is reinforced with the same lead they use for their ships.” ​“We do not need to claw through it,” I said, remembering the vial of liquid Leo had given me. ​I shifted back into my human form and pulled the small glass tube from my belt. It was the same purple rot that Cassian had used to destroy the lens. I poured a single drop onto the iron bulkhead.

"I don't know, he wanted someone with amber eyes" Why specifically amber? "He was looking for the leader" Jack nods and walks towards us, leaving just the cell door between us, he grabs the iron bars and yelps, shaking his hands out as the smell of burnt flesh fills the room, which was odd. Silver affected wolves and hybrids, witches needed a spell to hold them, vampires could be slowed by silver but iron, I had never heard of iron hurting anyone and definitely not humans. “What was that?” He asks curiously, “Why did it burn my hands?”

Zayn lowered his eyes to the thing in between his fingers and explained, “This pen knife was made out of silver and dipped in Growsbane. You should know that it is more than enough to take away your life if I desire it.” “Won't that be a good thing, Zayn?” Kodiak ran his hand through his slick brown hair as if he were unleashing all his pent-up frustration on it. “I thought she would return to her pack or go into the Iron Crest pack when she left me but she isn't there. I don't know where she is...and it's driving me crazy not knowing if she is in danger!”

“I would love to know what other skills you possess” “Sure, I am immune to silver, I can command even Alphas, I am strong, fast, heal super quick and I can mind-link a group of people at the same time” “Yeah its odd, you can see though her eyes and she can carry on doing things as normal” I smiled “They are some impressive skills, I noticed that Zane hit you with a fire ball and it did nothing to you” “Yeah I didn’t expect that, I knew it would not kill me, but it didn’t even hurt”