Transformers Beast Wars Silverbolt Novels & Stories

the computer voice droned. Four silver soldiers slid out from a nearby building. They didn’t walk—they rolled, fast, on wheels built into their feet. Their glass faces caught the starlight. “I’ve got them!” Raven shouted, leaping forward. Her arms, laced with gold wires, moved faster than thought. She didn’t stab—she just pressed a hand to the first soldier’s chest. The silver armor melted away, spilling off like water. Underneath was a guy in a t-shirt, blinking in shock.

she said. Aetos blinked a couple of times. He was confused as he doesn’t understand anything. It was like he was been played and messed up but he can't do anything. "Just what then hell have happened?" he muttered to himself and walked away. One thing about Silver is that, she has the gift of her voice. And only Lupus knows about that. She can make anyone do what she wants as long as they have even a tiny bit of interest, respect, affection and desire for her.

"It's all here. 'When the moon bleeds silver and the marked one bears lightning scars, the weapon of ending shall rise.'" "Weapon of ending?" I repeat. "That sounds bad." "It is," Victoria says from her seat. She's somehow managed to insert herself into this meeting. "According to the prophecy, the Silver Moon Wolf will either unite all supernatural creatures or destroy them all. No in-between." "That's insane," Byrde says. "Wendy isn't going to destroy anyone." "Isn't she?" Victoria stands, addressing the room. "Look at what's happened since she arrived. Attacks, dark magic, the Collector himself showing up. She's a magnet for chaos."

She glanced at the bottom of the page where she saw that it was written by, Mariana Victain. “The Supreme Magus?” This got her intrigued to continue reading the entire excerpt. “The treasures of Immortalis are biologically engineered artefacts known as Black Liver and Silver Fangs. Both were created after several experimental failures involving the blood of the innocent and the tainted hearts of the most vicious wild beasts. The key component of crafting these artefacts came from the hidden inscription on the Cronus monolith. This ancient discovery could only be understood by an adept sorcerer known as Olken Vaud.

“I needed her powers to make this possible. It might end up killing her, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take. As long as you suffer.” The sounds of Silver’s whimpering broke my heart. “Just let her go, Scott. You can have me. But don’t hurt Silver. Don’t hurt your own sister!” “N…no…” I heard Silver gasping; she looked up at me and I saw that her eyes were glowing. Her hair had gone completely white, and I could see her canines breaking through her mouth. She was in so much pain and there was nothing I could do to help her. “E…Elliot… don’t….”

They dropped to the ground without even realizing what had taken their lives. “What the fuck was that?” Cain whispered and then turned to me. “What was that?” I stared after Silver’s back with a mix of awe and horror. That speed at which his element responded to him with. It was like he was one with the water, not needing to think to use it. That was what an elemental who had practiced for decades looked like. What in the Goddess’ name was I going to face with Seraphina? “Sylvarius Draforth,” a loud male voice boomed across the clearing when Silver arrived.

I hissed. I didn't trigger a pulse; I detonated a surge. The Silver Pulse erupted from my palms in a circular wave of violet light. It wasn't fire, but it hit like a physical hammer. The three soldiers were caught mid-stride, their neural links screaming as the bio-electric dump fried their processors. They didn't fall. They jerked, optics flickering between blue and dead gray. Their movements became a glitchy, frame-by-frame stutter as they fought to recalibrate.

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.

If Silver were to define psychopath, his name would pop out of his mouth. Thousands of men were marching at the front and a few hundred men followed after, with three huge wagons carrying something eerie, inside some kind of transparent vessel. An uneasy feeling passed through Silver's gut just by looking at it. The wagons were being pulled by Pyromuthus. A massive elephant-like magical beast with massive twisted tusks. They had rough fiery-red skin. A single twisted horn protruded from its head. And more horns lined its back from its neck to tail.

The air around the creature seemed to crackle with an aura of pure, unsealed primordial energy, so potent that even the brainless abominations stopped fighting, shrinking back as if they were being burned by the sight of it. Lihont froze, his eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and a rare, genuine fear. He looked at the silver titan, his breath hitching as he recognized the ancient power radiating from its skin. The courtyard went deathly silent, and the only sound being the heavy, rhythmic breathing of the silver wolf and the distant thrum of the dying helicopter engines. Corin stared at the beast, his greed momentarily replaced by a paralyzing confusion.