Silver Surfer Powers Novels & Stories

“We will start by teaching you both that each wolf holds special powers that no other wolf possesses; the Gold wolf can give wolfbane, silver pain, and other types of pain by its bite, claws, and fur when close to the enemy. The Silver can’t get hurt by wolfbane, silver, and any pain from them. Even after being switched, you can use these powers just as you saw your mates do earlier.” My eyes grew from what my mother had just explained to us. The wolf did not only switch our souls. Do they have powers too?

Instead, she raised her hands and let her power flow freely. Silver light exploded from her palms, washing over the attacking rogues. But this wasn't healing. This was judgment. The light wrapped around each wolf, seeking out injuries, infections, and weaknesses in their bodies. Then it amplified those weaknesses, turning minor pains into agonizing ones, old wounds into fresh agony. The rogues collapsed, screaming, unable to continue their charge. "By the goddess," Theron breathed. "She's not just healing. She's unmaking them." "Silvercrest power," Rhyker said with satisfaction. "This is what healers can do when they stop being gentle."

Something ancient and undeniable hummed in my chest. The enemy wolves charged. I focused, silver light flaring from my hands, spiraling outward in arcs that stopped attackers in their tracks. Pain and adrenaline coiled together as I realized my powers were more than healing they were force, control, protection. The largest golden-eyed wolf lunged again, claws aimed at my chest. Silver energy wrapped around it like steel, glowing brightly. I could feel the strain, my muscles trembling as power drained from me faster than I expected.

He couldn’t say it out loud because it would interfere with Lily’s process since it was part of the truth she was presenting. *Roar* Silver roared and nodded its head. Mane felt the shackles around Trace fall off, and he was finally whole. “It is an impressive ability,” Hildegarde admitted and Mane nodded his head. Silver was highly talented. It was only a Pseudo Legendary Class Magical Beast, yet it already had four skills. Earth Manipulation: Armor Earth Manipulation: Cannons Earth Manipulation: Weapon Creation Distort

"Silver to weaken. Suppressors to block abilities. And surprise." "Take away any one of those, they're just humans with weapons." "How do we take them away?" Torres asked. Pragmatic. I liked her. "Silver only works on direct skin contact. Armor the contact points, wrists, neck, ankles." "The suppressors have a range of about thirty meters. Destroy the devices, your abilities come back instantly." He paused. "As for surprise, that's why I'm here. They don't know you know they're coming." The room was quiet for a long moment.

he paused and change the slide projected on the screen. "One is your skill and the second is your developed ability." Developed Ability. That is the result of Silver. It's an experimental substance administered to us every other day during our experiment subject. Silver helps our brain to push it's limits to develop some sort of brain abilities such as telepathy and stuff. Other trainees here have already developed theirs, like me.

I'd planned everything. "Elva, what are you doing?" Ruya growled angrily. "Do you want to mate with this bastard?" "I'll do whatever it takes," I said to him, "but be willing to do anything I ask you to do soon." Ruya had told me about my ability to neutralize the powers of other werewolves as the Silver werewolf. The Silver King, back in his days, would emit steam of silver gas out of his body. Having the silver gas touch one's body, or worse still, inhale it, would neutralize both that person's innate werewolf abilities as well as the special ones.

Rowan held my shaking hands, and the sparks that erupted between us calmed me down. “I’m here… don’t be afraid,” he murmured, peppering kisses along my neck. I nodded and continued reading the last paragraph. “However, using the magical powers has consequences. Selene didn’t want to make an all-powerful being with no weaknesses, as this might throw the balance of the world off. So, to every silver wolf she blessed, she gave them a weakness that would limit their power use. The silver wolf’s weakness depends on the magical powers they possess. Nothing’s set in stone, so the magical powers and weaknesses vary from generation to generation. A silver wolf would only know their magical power once

I can see the desperation in his eyes and the conflict of wanting to help her without hurting her. “I have an idea,” I say, and Xander gently sets me down, his eyes never leaving mine. “Richard, please keep holding her,” I request, coming to kneel beside them. Silver's struggles intensify as she sees me approach, but I ignore her resistance, focusing on the task at hand. Closing my eyes, I reach down into the well of power that lies dormant within me, summoning the strength to control it. With a deep breath, I imagine Silver falling into a peaceful slumber, willing the power to flow from my hands into her.

She screamed and tried to pull back. I rolled my eyes and crouched down again. “You can’t be this stupid Aurora. I need more skin. Silver does nothing until it is touching the skin. Now some items I have here aren’t silver, so that I can hurt you, wait for you to heal and then do it again and again until I get bored, I guess, but I want access to your full potential here.” “Full potential. Are you fucking insane?” She screamed, and I heard both Beck and Ronnie’s intake of breath.