Gokaiger Silver Novels & Stories

Silver called quietly "Yeah?" Gaby answered, turning to face her. "Umm.. Don't worry. It's nothing. You can go, I wanted to ask for something but I had totally forgotten it. See you tomorrow, Silver said and waved at her, smiling. She had actually called Gaby back to see her reaction but she was surprised to see that she didn't even act nervous as she had been earlier. "So? What's it about?" She turned to ask Elena at soon as Gaby's footsteps could no longer be heard.

"Coated in ionized silver dust. Explosive yield: small. Armor penetration: zero. Anti-magic properties: absolute." "Burn them," Jack said. Catherine squeezed the trigger. The swarm didn't attack the gargoyles' thick skin. It flew into them. The drones targeted the eyes, the mouths, the open gills along their necks. BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM. The sky lit up with hundreds of tiny, brilliant silver flashes. It wasn't a fiery explosion; it was a mist. A glittering, deadly fog of silver. For a werewolf or a magical creature, silver wasn't just poisonous; it was anathema. It disrupted the magical binding that held their unnatural physiology together.

Karina mutters into our fur, sounding weak, and Lazarus snarls. Silver gas is only authorized to be used on prisoners and is highly regulated throughout the world. It keeps a werewolf in human form and can only be administered in small amounts. If Kincaid has it, it means he either purchased it off the black market, or he has found a way to manufacture it himself, which is probably the case since he had to test it. I can't believe he used that on his pack members, much less the pups. My worry for Chloe and my pack members grows as Karina begins to cough into our white fur.

As the sun began to set, we burst into a clearing, and I saw it. The Temple of Silver Guardians. It was exactly like my dreams. Massive stone structure covered in silver that glowed in the fading light. Ancient trees grew around it, their roots weaving through the temple walls as if the forest itself was trying to reclaim it. And at the entrance stood two figures. Not wolves. Not human. Something else entirely. They were tall and ethereal, their forms seeming to shift between solid and mist. Silver light emanated from them, and their eyes—pure white, like Kieran's but colder, more ancient—fixed on us as we approached.

Right now, what Hana wants to do is calm the concert her stomach worms are doing as a form of protest because they are hungry. Silver rolled his eyes, before finally jumping into the arms of Zoe who was enjoying her favorite morning tea. "Ah, I forgot your milk Sil. Wait a minute, please." Suddenly Zoe remembered that she hadn't brought Silver any food. Silver's face, which had looked happy, suddenly wrinkled. Looks like he doesn't like having to get off Zoe's lap. He even followed Zoe into the kitchen. Making Hana, who was eating, was astonished by his behavior. Come to think of it, instead of a ghost, Silver would be a bodyguard.

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you

“You’re a monster. Love isn’t stolen!” Garrick rose, rage flaring. “Love? The Silverfangs killed my love! Took my mate and child! This is balance!” Liora gasped in pain, clutching her belly. “The baby… it hurts… please stop…” The mark pulsed violently. Gold veins crept up her neck. Her vision shattered— --- Years ago. A younger Garrick held a woman with silver eyes and a gentle smile. Her belly was round with life. “Our pup will be strong,” he whispered by firelight. “We’ll end the war.”

At least I had changed the first part of our fate. Silver Springs was famous for its natural geothermal steam rooms. Clara dragged Liam off to the buffet. Those two were always in sync when it came to food. It was good to see. Seeing her so innocent and carefree, I felt a wave of emotion wash over me. In this life, I just want my sister to be happy. I found an empty sauna. The steam rose, blurring the world around me. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment of peace.

I repeated all of the same steps with the other 10, after the bonding was finished, their mind links melded together more intimately with Silverclaw’s. “Silverclaw thanks you for your tribute and devotion to our family, to our pack.” Angel spoke as she gave them each a silver chain to wear, bearing the Silverclaw crest. It was a half moon with two midnight blue stars on each end and a golden ‘s’ in the center. With them officially taking their position, howls of joy echoed from Newblood as they rejoiced in the making of the Barriers. We had a feast in honor of the 11 Barriers along with music, drinking, and dancing.