Transformers Beast Wars Silverbolt Novels & Stories

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."

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.

Werewolves screamed and scattered. A silver arrow laced with wolfsbane shot out from the shadows. I didn't have time to react. Death seemed certain. Kaiden's hard, searing body slammed into me, a familiar scent of cedar washing over me as he pinned me to the ground. The sound of an arrowhead sinking into flesh was piercing, even over the blast. Kaiden let out a muffled grunt, his body shuddering violently, but his hand never left the back of my head, shielding me.

“Really? You both couldn’t watch me suffer, but you could suggest that I be pulled out of the life support, huh?” His breathing was ragged now and the two women knew they were in trouble. The veins around his temple were popping out, and they feared that he could snap at them at any point. Regina was more angry at Xavier for ratting them out. He could have remained professional and kept his mouth shut, but no, he just had to talk. “Mr. Silver, you need to calm down. You are not looking good. I know you are angry, but it would do your recovery no good if you do not allow yourself to rest.” Xavier said and tried to direct him back to the bed.

But it was obvious she had never actually been in battle. Her fur was clean and clear, not a single scar or mark that silently told of wars or battles fought. Her eyes were clear and calm. Most warriors had hooded eyes, hidden with secrets and threats along with the tales of all the blood they spilled. ‘You still haven’t answered my question’ She replied. ‘I am Thorne of Ironclaw. Here to meet with Garron of Silvermane to restore the bond between our clans and put an end to the rogue wolves crossing our borders’

"Coated in ionized silver dust. Explosive yield: small. Armor penetration: zero. Anti-magic properties: absolute." "Burn them," Jack said. Catherine squeezed the trigger. The swarm didn't attack the gargoyles' thick skin. It flew into them. The drones targeted the eyes, the mouths, the open gills along their necks. BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM. The sky lit up with hundreds of tiny, brilliant silver flashes. It wasn't a fiery explosion; it was a mist. A glittering, deadly fog of silver. For a werewolf or a magical creature, silver wasn't just poisonous; it was anathema. It disrupted the magical binding that held their unnatural physiology together.

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.

“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.

However this is not the right time for anything, while Redx doing that to one of the monsters made the monster step back and when the three monsters were all together now in the middle, an idea came to me. I ran in a circle to the three monsters while Redx was still throwing them his power and every time that I was stepping in front of Redx he would lift his hand so I couldn't be hit by his power. I look at Silver then he tilts his head. Then he said, "Just a little bit more push, and I would finish that attack." I don't understand what was his been saying yet I still keep on going and when all of the bodies of the three monsters were on fire now I almost stopped what I'm doing when Silver j