Transformers Beast Wars Silverbolt Novels & Stories

, Rose slightly pinched my cheeks. "Thank you", I said. We continued to chat. After a while, April and Rain joined us. "Wow, girls", Aston said coming towards us. Aston Silver, alpha of the Silver pack. The silver pack was a sister pack of Grey Lake. During my grandfather's time, our pack grew rapidly and the human town near our pack grew into our borders. My grandfather's brother Josh Silver took care of the pack which was another side of town. Eventually, people from that side accepted Josh as their Alpha and his descendants continued his position. We're still sharing revenue, strength, school, health services, and many more.

He looked at Miza and was terrified as Miza could be seen standing still with an evil smirk on his face and small black lightning sparks could be seen coming out of his body. Miza suddenly disappeared and reappeared behind Silver Stone. Before he could react to it, Silver Stone fell on the ground Unconscious unable to move indicating it as a victory for Miza.

Dexter, still grinning, added, "Yeah, Blaze is full of surprises." "Seriously though," Phoenix continued, his awe turning into curiosity, "how did you manage to build up such an immunity? I thought silver was like kryptonite for most shape-shifters, especially werewolves." Blaze sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Let's just say I was born with a bit of an anomaly. Ever since I can remember, my wounds have always healed rapidly once the silver was out of my system. It was like my body just knew how to bounce back."

"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.

I gripped the railing. Silas—or what was left of him—stood seven feet tall. His left arm was a piston of chrome and carbon fiber. Silver plates were bolted directly into his skull and down his spine. He didn't shift. He stayed in a grotesque, half-hunched position, his eyes glowing with a red, synthetic light.

The faint scent of silver drifted from them, a trick he used to test a wolf's endurance against pain. Carla's confidence flickered. She swallowed hard but tried to mask it with a smirk. "You want us to fight?" "No," Alpha Archer said, his tone as sharp as flint. "Both of you will stand there to endure." The warriors fastened the chains lightly around our wrists, not enough to wound, but enough that the silver stung faintly where it touched skin. My pulse raced as the burn bit into me, searing and cold at once. I clenched my jaw, refusing to make a sound.

Rhea roared, shifting into her massive white wolf form mid-leap. ​The chamber exploded into violence. The Silver Bane warriors fought with a desperation born of knowing their home was being digested from the inside out. Rhea was a whirlwind of white fur and silver-tipped claws, tearing through the scaled monsters with a ferocity that made even Marcus hesitate for a second.

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.

“That’s rough.” “Hey, it’s not all bad,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “Top secret missions, the powers of darkness at our fingertips… I could get used to it.” Extending a hand, he says, “I’m Tobias Silver.” “Nyx Arcturus,” I reply, shaking his hand. His grip is strong but gentle, and I take the opportunity to look at him closer; he looks like he’s about twenty. His hair is gold, a little past his jaw, and his eyes are a steely gray, and he’s as muscular and good looking as all wolves are.