Silver Super Megaforce Ranger Novels & Stories

He intercepted them with savage fury, ripping through heavy armor like paper, his golden eyes burning like twin suns in the pitch blackness. “Bring down the nets!” Councilman Vance’s voice shrieked from the safety of the high dais. “Activate the Silver Grid! Do not let the abomination escape!” A sharp, metallic mechanical hiss echoed through the vaulted ceiling. Suddenly, massive, weighted iron nets woven with heavy silver wire dropped from the rafters.

A roar. A powerful, furious roar that shook the leaves and the air and even Aria’s bones. Something massive rushed past her fast, fierce, unstoppable. Aria opened her eyes. Another wolf stood between her and the rogues. But this one… this one was nothing like them. He was HUGE. Broad shoulders, thick dark fur that shimmered under the moonlight, a body strong enough to break trees and his eyes Silver. The same silver from her dreams. Aria’s lips parted.

The room seemed to fade away as his words painted vivid images in my mind. "The Silver Werewolf was said to possess a unique connection to the moon, harnessing its energy and channeling it into its abilities. Its silver fur shimmered in the moonlight, a beacon of power and grace. It was a protector, a guardian of the pack, and its arrival was seen as a sign of great fortune and strength." I imagined the majestic creature, its silver coat glistening in the moon's gentle glow. It was awe-inspiring, a symbol of hope and resilience.

“Thank you.” My mouth hung open when I heard that, the emotions clearly written on my face. Even Silver looked mildly surprised, a light acknowledgment visible in his eyes. Silver then snorted softly, his bubbly aura slowly returning back, the atmosphere that was previously gloomy cleared up. “I am going to catch her now,” Silver vanished. His speed shocked me because I could not believe that anything could move that fast. “He's a thousand years old, he can do things that seem crazy to us.” Cayden explained.

“The empire would surely be hapy to get their hands on someone like that!” “A Silver deity, on the other hand, are what we now call as Silver Tongues,” continued Xander, ignoring Mar’s remark. “They are known to be very powerful enchanters and are only born from the direct descendants of the Ravant family blood line. According to legend, the two bonded together and opened a doorway into our world since their motherland was destroyed due to a bloody war for power.” “Hmph, nothing new there...” mumbled Matt as he nibbled some chips.

I nod curtly at his suggestion that we head out, and follow him down the hall, but not without sharing one last gaze with the woman whose stillness I was yet to unravel. All thoughts of warm blue eyes were temporarily pushed to the back of my mind as we headed to the Silvermane border. We had confirmed the accuracy of the rogue attack on our way and it turns out that it wasn’t the first. Just the most alarming. At the border, the Silvermane Protectors, led by Garron’s three daughters were already in position, each wolf manning their posts as their eyes swept across the woods beyond. The twitch in their ears at every stir and rustle of wind and the intensity of their gazes spoke of true disci

Even I was struggling with separation woes and so was he. “Oh, why?” He shook his head, unable to talk about it. “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you some other time. So where were you? Did you rescue Cerelia? Zephyrus told me all about her. She’s a spy, right?” My body reacted the moment the words left his lips. I sprang to my feet in a fit of rage. “No, she isn’t a spy. She’s a Silver wolf from the Silver Trails Pack, Yukon. Originally, her father belonged to the Silvermane Warriors of Pieria, Greece. They’re way above our league, Leandros. I can’t understand why Zeph doesn’t believe in me.”

he gasped. She was suddenly there, her hand gripping his wrist. The bond between them flared, sharp and searing. Kaelen felt her magic thread into his, cool and steady like moonlight against fire. Together, they forced the blaze inward, pulling it back before it swallowed friend and foe alike. When the flames receded, Kaelen collapsed to his knees, smoke curling from his skin. His breaths came ragged, his vision blurred. Around him, the battle raged on. Serenya moved with terrifying grace, her staff sweeping arcs of silver light that seared through vampire flesh. The hunters loosed arrow after arrow, pinning the creatures before they could reach the camp’s heart.

He stood on top of the largest building of the city, he watched as he saw lots of blood being split on the floor. "You will pay for what you did!" Silver shouted as he change his form into that of a psychic vampire. He had a silvery-white hair, and a pair of blue wings that can be extracted and concealed within him. He was wearing a blue robe and by his right hand, he held a sword. The Dragon Sword. He went through the gate of the city and slayed those standing by the gate. "Come on out you scumbags, You have just tampered with another person's property and you shall all be punished by me!!"

There was also a red light bar on the eye part of the helmet that gave the suit its futuristic RoboCop similarities. “You have a vector high energy machine gun that emerges from the suit’s left arm. You also have a tectonic laser sword that retracts out of the right arm of the suit. It’s kind of like a Star Wars lightsaber.” Irena giggled while trying to explain most of the suit’s features to Mark. Princess Death Row could see how Mark wasn’t fascinated by the suit he was about to put on, but she didn’t care.