Gokaiger Silver Novels & Stories

Chapter 87. Lily had an expressionless look on her face as she walked over to the table where Mr. Silver was waiting for her. He was clad in a gray tuxedo and the pair of sunglasses he had on only managed to make him look so much hotter. Lily wondered why she had thought of going after Greg when there were even better men like Damien Silver out there. If someone like Ava could bag a man like him, she was worth his attention. Well, this was the best option for her to get him into her bed. She believed that the only reason he would want to see her right now would be to negotiate with her to drop the case against Ava.

With the speed of a viper, Serefy reached out and grabbed Floreighn’s wrist, yanking the sleeve up. "Let go!" Floreighn cried out, but it was too late. The blackened, weeping ring of a Silver-Burn was exposed to the light. The hall went silent. Alpha Kenneally stood up, his chair screeching against the stone. "Silver?" the Alpha roared. "Only high-rank warriors or hunters carry silver. Floreighn, who did this to you?"

He stood in the middle of the room, equidistant between us, and he did not come closer. Three hundred wolves were watching. I unclenched my hands, which had closed without my permission. I kept my spine straight. I looked at him and let him see that I had noticed every single thing that had just moved across his face. That I was still standing. His hand lifted—just slightly, almost without meaning to. And stopped. His eyes were silver again. Not gold. And everything that had been warm went still. He reached for me—I could see it in the tension of his arm, the shift of his weight. The hand that had stopped mid-air.

The silver in me rises, not to fight, not to crush, but to listen. Pressure mounts. I can barely breathe. I plant my feet. I don’t move. The silver holds—not exploding, not flaring. It anchors. The land listens too. Roots settle. Stones steady themselves. The surge folds in on itself, collapsing like a wave that meets solid rock. Lydia staggers, eyes wide. “What did you do?” she spits. “I stood where it breaks,” I say, quiet but firm. Silence. Real, complete silence. The observer woman lets out a slow breath. “So that’s the difference,” she says, almost to herself.

I hummed, pretending to appear disinterested, “you can never go wrong with silver.” He nodded, following my lead. “Are you… sure?” the clerk questioned with some worry. “You would fare much better with stainless steel or even titanium.” Silver was, unfortunately, a rare metal in our lands and, even so, one that was scarcely used. Most werewolves had some minor aversion to such a pure substance—a flaw even the Moon Goddess herself couldn’t reverse. But it mattered not. If silver was what Maeve wanted, she would get it. “No, he’s right,” Burke interjected. “My intended happens to love silver.”

"Are the Silverhounds only exclusive in the mountains of Erana?" "I believe so. Not many have seen it." "I don't remember anything much of it, but all I can recall is that the Silverhounds are much terrifying than the dire wolves." Vaughn raised a brow curiously. He has only seen a Silverhound once and it didn't even last for a minute. "How so?" "They're much bigger and their fur looked much thicker and glossier, it's like glass. They also jump a lot higher and are much faster than the normal wolves. And when they pounce on you- you won't even know it because they're very silent."

However this is not the right time for anything, while Redx doing that to one of the monsters made the monster step back and when the three monsters were all together now in the middle, an idea came to me. I ran in a circle to the three monsters while Redx was still throwing them his power and every time that I was stepping in front of Redx he would lift his hand so I couldn't be hit by his power. I look at Silver then he tilts his head. Then he said, "Just a little bit more push, and I would finish that attack." I don't understand what was his been saying yet I still keep on going and when all of the bodies of the three monsters were on fire now I almost stopped what I'm doing when Silver j

Alexa cuts in excitedly. Facing her, "What do you mean by my face has changed, Alexa?" I was getting more confused by the minute. "Okay, you need to see it for yourself to know what we are saying." Saying this, she grabbed my hand, brought me to the car door window, and pointed, "Look.". Still confused, I slowly turned my head to the window and was shocked by what I saw. My straight ebony-black with strips of silver has completely turned into wavy silver with strips of gold and is reaching my waistline.

When his family heard that the Hagoromo family wanted to ambush and assassinate to their one and only son Joshua , they got mad and furious. They don’t anyone allowed to harmed their only son, they already in not good relation with the Hagoromo family before but now, their hatred gained more. They prepared all their superb armed forces that they developed. There are 10 superb cars that made from the special silver alloy metal, each superb car might be same level strong of 1 cannon tank. Even if they attacked or bombed the cars it is still be no scratches or damages . Each car estimated worth of 30 billion dollars. In the Hagoromo family..

I hissed back, watching the man’s pitch-black eyes narrow angrily at me. “Is that a threat? Michael Gotham?” Wolverine Silver whispered so quietly that I almost wasn't sure he had spoken. Icy shards of glass slithered down my back to freeze over at the base of my spine. Of all the wolves at the table, it was Wolverine Silver I was most worried about. He had gotten his name because he was somehow immune to silver. Wolverine was a shredded beast on the battle field who could withstand silver attacks even better than us Alphas. We needed him on our side.