Silver Super Megaforce Ranger Novels & Stories

Seele stones ringed the ceremonial clearing, their glow soft and steady, humming with approval as if the land itself had decided to bear witness. I stood at the heart of it all, my hands trembling only slightly as I held Archer's. His eyes were on me and mine on him. He was dressed in silver and black, the mark of his lineage woven into his cloak, but stripped of the West's regalia. No crown or chains. Just the Silver Alpha standing before his mate.

Samantha growled as her aura flared. “Yes, Alpha!” Greg said as he kissed Penny on the head before handing her and the other pup to a kitchen worker. His mind link swept over us. He and Daren both pulled their silver teeth from their pockets and snapped them in their mouths. These were similar in fashion to Samantha’s, although these were more akin to Invisalign braces and could be removed. But, just like Samantha’s, these would stretch and mold into their wolf’s fangs; essentially coating their fangs with silver. All the titled members and elite fighters had them. This is the meaning of SilverFang.

Cadogen rolled his eyes. “The same thing.” Kael stood with his hands fisted at his side. For a moment those fists were my mothers fists. My mothers fists were coming at my face. I shook my head “We are not the same. We are different species.” Kael’s chest was heaving. Cadogen stood gracefully. “Both have magical powers, both live in magical lands, both have pointy ears.” Cadogen gestured toward Kael's ears. Which I hadn’t noticed before. His ears were short pointed like a dagger. They accentuated his sharp features. That must be why I hadn’t noticed them before. Power started to bubble around Kael’s hands. I scooted my chair back trying to get away from him. The chair made an awful scraping

“You know what churns on about him in our world. He’s ruthless.” “Leave my grandson to me.” “Say I accept this proposal now, does Kian wish to be married?Does he know that you are here?” Don Silver’s lips settled into a grim. “He will have no other choice.”,he replied defiantly. “Now, Salvatore do you accept this proposition or not?” With a last glance at the clock ,Salvatore stood from his chair and pulled out his hand. “ Very well,Don Silver….i accept your…..proposal.”,he conceded.

“Command you to change your form? Kent you just met her and she already has the power to—this was my point exactly. She was able to get you to change Kent. You can be in her power in no time. She already has a very charming aurora. I was nearly sucked in. I can't imagine what she is doing to an Alpha.” She was sending me wild. Her smell. The color of her hair, and how the blond turns into gold in the sun. I was close to wagging my tail in front of her when she asked me to change. I needed to keep away. Max was right. A Wolf Rider’s power was stronger for an Alpha. “You're right. I am going to keep away from her. I'll just ask Madeline to accompany me the next full moon and I can talk to her.

These weren’t rogues; their movements were too disciplined, their auras too strong, radiating the authority of pack wolves. “Damn it,” Silvia cursed under her breath as they surrounded us, at least ten of them, maybe more lurking out of sight. From the corner of my eye, I saw our girls forming a tight line, their bodies tense, waiting for Silvia’s command. One of the wolves shifted into human form, and my stomach dropped. I recognized him instantly—a warrior from Silver Fang, though I didn’t know his name. His grin was smug, his voice dripping with arrogance as he spoke. “We don’t want to kill you all,” he said, his eyes locked on me. “We want Ashley. Hand yourself over, and we’ll let your r

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

It ends fast. Bramrik is a wall of fur and rage, holding the perimeter, snarling at anything that twitches. Soryn is already stalking toward the last conscious man, tail low, eyes bright with something cold. The man raises shaking hands, babbling. “Wait—wait—listen—” Soryn doesn’t wait. He pins him with one massive paw, claws digging in just enough to make the man scream. Then he lowers his head, breath hot over the man’s face, and I can almost hear the question he’s asking without words:

I said, turning away to pace the narrow gravel path outside the glass dome. My boots kicked up small sprays of wet dirt as massive amounts of adrenaline poured through my system. "Malachi has armed his rogue mercenaries with high-density, armor-piercing pure silver weaponry. They have trapped the Vanguard forces inside a tight, boxed-in canyon. Silas, Kaelen's legendary healing factor cannot survive a concentrated, multi-directional silver attack like that. If those weapons pierce his chest... his wolf will literally burn from the inside out. He will die." Silas stared at me, his eyes wide with a deep, profound confusion and visible worry.