Silver Wolf Beyblade X Novels & Stories

I said. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then threw my X-Blade into the air, and morph into a whistle and a spiked collar, I grabbed the X-Whistle and X-Collar, Octo Callie laughed at first but she didn’t see me what is coming yet. As I put on the X-Spiked Collar and held my whistle. A group of wolves appeared next to me, Octo Callie was shocked to see my servant class changed from Foreigner to Rider “that’s impossible, no one can change their class in a instant” said Octo Callie.

"Rex, as this is our first meeting, I have prepared a grand gift for you." "Oh? What gift?" Rex's wolf eyes glinted with greed. I walked slowly toward him, my right hand quietly gripping the silver dagger at my waist. "A... special greeting from the Silvermane Pack." As the words left my lips, I sent the attack signal to Cole through our mind-link. Simultaneously, I drew the dagger with lightning speed, its silver blade plunging straight for Rex's heart. "Argh!" Rex screamed, and blood instantly stained his chest.

Its silver eyes gleamed with hunger. Elira loosed an arrow in a blur. The shaft struck the creature’s chest, slowing it, but not stopping it. With a guttural snarl, it lunged. Elira shoved Kaelen aside, rolling beneath the beast’s swipe and slashing her dagger across its throat. Dark blood sprayed across the leaves, and the wolf collapsed with a strangled howl. Kaelen scrambled up, heart hammering. “How—how are we supposed to fight all of them?”

Her voice cracked with panic. "Kill that bitch now!" The remaining six wolves rushed forward simultaneously. They leaped into the air. Shifting completely mid jump. I could barely focus. The world had become hazy. Then suddenly— A silver blur flew over my head. A massive shadow collided with the leading attacker. The impact shattered bones. The wolf screamed before being ripped apart. I blinked. My vision swam. And then realization struck. The dizziness. The weakness. The burning wounds. Silver. Their claws had been reinforced with silver blades.

"Something's wrong." We race to the walls where chaos greets us. Three of our patrol wolves are down, not dead but unconscious. Standing over them is a figure in a red hood. "Delivery for the Silver Moon Wolf," the figure says, their voice distorted. They throw something at my feet - a crystal vial filled with swirling silver liquid. "What is it?" I ask. "A gift from the Collector. And a message: Drink this, and you'll understand everything. Your true power, your destiny, how to control it. Don't drink it, and next time, these wolves won't wake up."

The smile on my face faded as I remembered the silver wolf Jake spoke about. Silver Wolfs were divine beings that had great power and can be very destructive if they go rogue, like Your Silver. He had been freeing slaves for now, but what if he decides to take over packs? He’d be very difficult to handle.

“But not until after the Viper has been taken down. She’s his neck mark. His last mark.” I turn to him, shaking my head. “Do it yourself. He’s not going back–” “Don’t touch it!” Misty screeches, and we both whirl to the bloody scene in front of us. Blake brushes past me, his body suddenly lighting from within as his powers surge, drawn to whatever just fell from Soren’s arm onto the floor. Blake grabs a circular ball of silver with his bare hands then suspends it with a burst of his magic, pressing it tightly into a shield of what I only describe as starlight.

It could cleanse all evil in the world, and it shot right toward Titanzilla. Hardy, the Silver Moon Sky Wolf, unleashed his most talented Divine Technique, Cathode Freezing Light. A white flash of light pillar shot out from the silver moon on his forehead. The freezing aura coming from it chilled everyone's hearts. Andre, the Andromeda Tiger, roared. His roar shook the sky, and golden blades fell onto Titanzilla like a shower of flowers from the sky. As a metal-attribute Divine Beast, every golden blade was equivalent to divine-level mid-grade weapons. They were exceptionally sharp.

The dark energy flows into me, and Silver transforms it, storing it, making it ours. Knox leads our warriors against the mind-controlled wolves, and I watch him move with deadly grace, using the flat of his blade to subdue rather than kill. His technique is flawless—every strike calculated to disable without causing permanent harm. "Focus on Avery," he calls to me over the din of battle. "We'll handle the rest." I nod and begin moving through the chaos, Silver's power growing stronger with every spell Avery throws our way. The battlefield becomes a maze of fighting bodies, but I keep my eyes locked on my target.

My blade slashed through its torso, cutting clean through, but instead of blood, its body flickered, dissolving into black mist—only to reform right behind me. I spun, barely dodging the swipe of its claws. My wolf surged forward, her strength filling my limbs. I ducked low, driving my second blade upward, slicing through the creature’s throat. It let out a high-pitched shriek before crumbling into nothing. Another took its place. Then another. I didn’t stop moving. A beast lunged at me. I raised my hand, summoning a blast of silver energy. It struck the creature mid-air, burning through its flesh. It shrieked as it disintegrated.