Gokaiger Silver Novels & Stories

Imogen is a good weapon and losing her will definitely affect the blade but it is better than letting her get away with what she did, I am not that benevolent. My thoughts are interrupted when I feel someone run up to me and when I turn, I see silver. Silver is my best trained assassin and the number one upper rank blade. I have trained him to be ruthless and follow the guidelines I have set for Aqua blade religiously. “Master” he calls out to me and I nod while still walking away. “Tell me silver, why are you here?” I ask, “Aren’t you supposed to be training some of the new recruits?” I added in a voice almost devoid of any emotions, “are you slacking off?”

“This is the money I am paying you back on Lilith's behalf.” I took the money and nodded. “Thank you.” He stared at me with a complicated gaze, his eyes falling onto the luggage I was packing. “I plan to take Lilith with me to the northern ice plains to watch the northern lights. You do not need to pack your bags. Lilith said... she only wants the two of us to go.” My hands did not stop packing as I gave a nod. He seemed unaccustomed to this attitude of mine, appearing somewhat anxious. “What is wrong with you lately? It is like you became a completely different person. Did you not hear me talking to you?”

Theo turns his head just a little bit and gives his best friend a quick nod. Luca walks right up next to Theo, looking proud. “This man right here is the former star attacker and team captain for the Moonhaven Metropolis warriors. He is a three-time winner of the Silver Cup, an Olympic gold and silver champion, a member of the First Alpha Legacy, and a powerful pack merchant named Theo Kingsley Silverfang.” “I do not care about his old games at all!” Callum shouts, stomping his foot again. I do not know much about the royal courts, but I can tell Callum does not care about Theo’s big titles or his amazing history on the ice arena.

He looked at Vhagar with a mix of confusion and pure, unadulterated panic. “Yeah, that is my condition, fight like a human without magic,” Vhagar said to him clearly enjoying the show. Viktor stood there, paralyzed by the realization that he was truly alone in his own skin. He looked down at his hands as if they were foreign objects, then back at Ashley, who was still moving toward him with a quiet, terrifying confidence. Without his magic, he looked older, smaller, and much more vulnerable. The warriors of the Silver Fang began to form a wide circle, their eyes fixed on the two figures in the center. There was no cheering, no shouting—only the heavy, expectant silence of people waiting for

Sammy screeched. Sammy stormed forward and kicked the carefully arranged candles. Then, she stomped all over the white roses and ground them into the dirt until they were nothing but pulp. I stared at the bouquet, feeling a little miffed. What a terrible waste it was. Peter had ordered the flowers from overseas. They were Renzene white roses flown all the way from Izania. Each pretty bloom cost him 50 dollars. Sammy was still shrieking, oblivious to the way Peter's expression was turning increasingly grim with each word she spat.

she whispered desperately. “Please—come back to me.” His back arched violently as he drew a ragged breath, lungs burning as though they were learning how to exist again. His eyes flew open— Silver. Not gray. Not void-gold. Pure, radiant silver, blazing with something raw and untamed. The ground shuddered as power rippled outward from him, forcing wolves to their knees. The entity recoiled a fraction, its form distorting. “Impossible,” it hissed. Gale screamed.

“I have no idea what he is talking about.” I let out a breath, crossing my arms as I thought. “We have company,” Kaden said and I felt his energy slide over my body, masking my presence. A bunch of wolves bounded past us, heading straight for Silver. Kaden’s hand flew over my mouth before I could warn him. Silver did not even turn around when he flicked his hand. A thin line of water moved so fast behind him and sliced three of the rogues’ necks at once. They dropped to the ground without even realizing what had taken their lives.

Or for her to turn out to be the thing I'd been searching for since I was exiled five years ago. A Silver Blood. A real, living, breathing Silver Blood. I adjusted the unconscious girl in my arms as I navigated through the forest. She was lighter than I'd expected, all delicate bones and soft curves. Her skin still held a faint silver shimmer, like moonlight trapped under the surface. Beautiful, Deadly, Perfect. "Boss," Marcus's voice crackled through the radio clipped to my belt. "We've got Silvermoon wolves at the border. Ten of them. They're demanding we return the girl."

"You are one of the rare species of silver wolves, one of the last in the world. It comes from a lineage that is known for its strength, agility, and connection to forces beyond our comprehension. My eyes widened with incredulity. "Silver wolf? But... what does that mean?" Lucas leant back in his chair; his expression was thoughtful. "The silver wolves are a legendary breed, known for their unique abilities and the rarity of their existence. Many believe they hold a connection to ancient forces, a power that goes beyond the realm of ordinary wolves. And you are one of them."

A loud growl escaped M2's lips. He did the same thing to the other nipple, before dragging the tail down to his abs. Slowly, he traced each line, leaving traces of water on his skin. M1 leaned in and used his tongue to lick the water on M2's skin. Like that, his tongue came down to the lower torso and stopped at the v-shape of his upper hips. Longing for more, M2 moaned loudly. “Fucking do it, now,” he urged M1.