Transformers Beast Wars Silverbolt Novels & Stories

The silver-grey fur began to glow, then to smoke, then to turn into pure, incandescent energy. ​Kaelen wasn't a man or a wolf at that moment. He was a pillar of the Earth. He caught the Syndicate’s beam in his bare hands and shoved it back. ​The amber light of the Silverwood Alpha, combined with the Miller Silver Force, roared up the violet channel. It was a reverse-current of such magnitude that the Apophis began to groan, its hull plates buckling. The violet beam turned white, then gold, then a brilliant, screaming blue.

I hissed back, watching the man’s pitch-black eyes narrow angrily at me. “Is that a threat? Michael Gotham?” Wolverine Silver whispered so quietly that I almost wasn't sure he had spoken. Icy shards of glass slithered down my back to freeze over at the base of my spine. Of all the wolves at the table, it was Wolverine Silver I was most worried about. He had gotten his name because he was somehow immune to silver. Wolverine was a shredded beast on the battle field who could withstand silver attacks even better than us Alphas. We needed him on our side.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

I was a thousand times more angry now than I had been that I hadn't bled Agustin out slowly. Armando shifted to human form. "Silver?" he asked. I nodded. Armando sighed and turned to our mercenaries. "Gonna need a few of you to shift, boys. Silver's not going to let Win shift back to human form, and he's going to be heavy as f*ck as a wolf." He turned to two mercenaries, "Go find us clothes, quickly."

He wasn’t getting up. Tracy’s face drained of every hint of color. She staggered back, shaking. The manager almost pissed himself when the beast emerged from the shadows. A massive wolf, it was as black as midnight, eyes glowing silver. Serena’s heart swelled with twisted pride. “Silver,” she whispered, her voice steady and cold. “Show none of them mercy.” She didn’t need to say it twice. Silver never intended to let a single one of them leave alive.

Katya pulled her strength from the other Wolves and Shifters with a blinding flash the silver chains shattered and she pulled herself to her feet standing in front of the Professor, her eyes molten silver orbs as sparks arced from her. Katya pulled her strength from the other Wolves, and with a blinding flash, the chains shattered. She stood before the man, her eyes molten silver orbs, sparks arcing from her. The man backed away lifting the controller ‘Such a pity I would have enjoyed playing with you so much’ He went to press the button but nothing happened, as he watched the silver cuffs melted from her and she tore off the collar throwing it at his feet then stepping forward she shifted a

It was as if I had some kind of shield around me. I fell to my knees and crawled over to my mate. He was already on his hands and knees, shuffling around the car. “Wolves,” he said. “How do you know?” “They used silver.” He didn’t sound injured, didn’t sound like he was in any kind of pain, his voice was calm and even, but it was edged around his mouth, and his breathing was ragged. “Take it out,” he said. “I can’t heal or shift while I have silver in me.”

“Protect the inner ring!” I’m done waiting for orders. Silver flashes through me—not wild, not out of control, but sharp and focused. I step forward, hands up, heart racing. Listen, I urge it. The power listens. The earth under the corrupted wolves cracks open, silver light webbing across the dirt. They jerk and stumble, snarling, their movements ugly and wrong. One of them turns, eyes meeting mine. And something in it…knows me. It hesitates. I feel the magic inside it, threads of power tangled tight, forcing it to obey. Lydia’s magic—cold, cruel, ruthless.

Sparks of red, silver, black, and crimson light lit up the forest like a storm of stars. "You..." On the moon... not possible!""It hissed. "No one can bring the past, present, and bonds together." "But you..." "I AM THE SILVER HEART!" I yelled, and Silver Heart burnt with strength, loyalty, and power."And this moment is the cause of all the lives I've lived!" The broken part of me shook along with the Silver Heart, the True End, the Shadowed Moon, and the sounds of my past. Sparks of molten energy hit shadows, twisting wildly before starting to beat to my heartbeat. The Wraith's attack stopped slowly, but a scary warning stayed:

"Dr. Carter, which I presume you know by now, is a scientist who has worked on a lot of projects over the years. I had been chasing down a particular werewolf when I bumped into him and his lab, as well as the organization he worked for, who weren't interested in what he had discovered. "The wolf I was after had been captured by them—was shot with silver bullets, injected with wolfsbane and arsenic, and everything that a werewolf fears the most—but nothing seemed to have affected it. It was still alive." My father's eyes sparkled as he explained, feeling so engrossed. "They are known as Silver Bloods—have abilities like no one has seen before. They were bigger, stronger, faster, and everythi