Transformers Beast Wars Silverbolt Novels & Stories

It sliced through the metal leg of a machine turning the heavy metal into a cloud of glowing dust in one second. Maya pushed Benson toward the door. "Get the people inside! Close the doors! I will buy you time!" ### The Silver Wall Maya turned back to the sky. She felt the Network inside her brain like a thousand whispering voices. She did not try to control the people. Instead she spoke to the ground. Rise she thought. The silver sand under her feet did not just move; it made a pitched scream. Millions of robots flew upward. They formed a spinning shield of liquid metal. It looked like an umbrella made of shining silver.

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.

Ansel answered him. “What else?” Nick pushed further. “The silver you see in our eyes, well it is always present afterwards. I’m sure you’ve noticed the longer I have been Silverclaw, the less green you see in my eyes, it is the same with all of us. The silver in our blood is something we can literally feel.” I pursed my lips. “You’ve seen how our wolves are all silver, practically glowing, as well as the eyes.” “There is increased strength, we’re faster, can partially shift any aspect of our wolf form.” Angel rattled off a few more changes.

“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.

Startled, it yelped and recoiled. The silver wolf charged next. Kaelen twisted aside, catching its momentum and pushing with just enough heat to stagger it. The scarred one came last, but Kaelen met it head-on, channeling the fire into his muscles instead of flame. He shoved the beast back, his strength magnified, without letting the blaze escape his skin. The wolves backed away, growling low but no longer pressing. They circled once, then dropped to their haunches in grudging submission.

POV: Valerian's Beast Silver. Threat. MINE. Pack. Protect. The silver wolf moves. Fast. Powerful. Must stop. Must kill. CHARGE. Bodies collide. Thunder. Impact shakes ground. Claws. Teeth. Fur and blood. The silver one strong. Too strong. Matches me. Blow for blow. My jaws snap. Miss. She twists away. Her claws rake my shoulder. Pain. Blood hot down my leg. Good. Pain is real. Pain is rage.

The belly of the craft hissed open. A single figure stepped out onto a lowered ramp, floating effortlessly down to the ground. It was a human. Or at least, it used to be. The emissary was clad in a flawless, tailored suit of white synthetic silk that seemed to repel the dust and grime of the square. His eyes were entirely silver, lacking pupils or irises—advanced cybernetic optical replacements. A faint, glowing blue interface port rested at his right temple. He looked around the barricaded square, his silver eyes landing on the mud-covered Ironheads, the gutted luxury stores, and finally, on the massive, scarred chassis of the Vanguard Behemoth.

You still have to suffer my rage that you always do it your own way–Don’t die. Silver POV That damn wolf reduced my body to a shapeless body, against those two I had to use up the energy I had eaten before I got to their world. I didn’t think they would be able to resist my moorings and even reduce me to this state. “My sovereign, you have returned, but what happened to you?” “Dylan, prepare the black chamber, I absolutely must return to my senses...they’re more resilient than I could have imagined, especially that lightning companion of yours.”