Transformers Beast Wars Silverbolt Novels & Stories

I told him while I stare at Silver who is smiling at Elias who went to hug him then at me from afar. " Take care of your mother. " " I will " ........................ " What! " I flinched at the news I'm hearing. " It's as I'm saying, Silver is working with me, I just ordered him not to appear in your line of sight, your son however plays with him every now and then. " I looked at Elias who is acting dumb drawing the dragon on his sketchbook. " Working like what? " " He is a guardian, trust me he can tear up the enemy. "

On one of the corridors that had massive bomb damage, we found Arthur cradling Sage. "She needs help, but she's OK." he said as Dottie raced to her. "They put silver shrapnel in the bombs." Arthur's voice cracked with grief and anger. Kane growled silver was deadly to wolves. Dottie's eyes glazed over, no doubt calling for medic wolves and letting Danny know Sage was hurt. I watched in silence as the medic tended to Sage. She had a large open wound over her hip, and across her stomach, she would have the scar to forever remind her of this as silver was the only thing that marked a shifter. Her face had small cuts, but nothing serious, and she remained unconscious, but her breathing was stead

“She’s recovering from the flu and I’ve got to get her home to rest. Like most women, she pushes herself way too hard.” With uncertainty in her eyes, the waitress looked from me to Natalia. “I don’t know if you leaving with her is a good idea.” “No problem.” I set Natalia back down and handed the waitress a hundred-dollar bill. “Got any change for this?” “Ah, sure.” She left but looked over her shoulder at me, and I gave her a salute. When they looked back at the camera footage, they’d discover I had stopped the feed before I even walked in. As soon as the waitress went to the manager in the kitchen, I hiked Natalia up under my arm and used my werewolf power to blur out of there.

We’re bonded in silver. “We need to be quick. They'll link for help straight away. It’s a smash and grab. Yes? Robyn, Cassie, use this on the captives,” hurling a thick length of rope, “watch out it’s laced with silver,” he notes. “Aye Sir!” we all hiss in reply as before my eyes a sea of shifting bones, splitting skin and fur erupt. It’s painful to shift, reconstructing every joint and ligament around a new form, but the power that comes with it is unrivalled.

Adrian swung his gun toward the stairwell. “Strike squad! They’ve found us!” Dozens of shadows surged upward hunters in silver armor, moving too fast and, too precise to be human. Crowe tilted his head slightly, silver light flashing in his eyes. “Not mine. They’re Silver Hounds bio-soldiers bred by Dr. Alaric.” Evelyn sprang up, thumbed the safety, and let three rapid rounds fly. One creature toppled, but instead of red the blood shimmered silver, hissing as it slicked across the concrete.

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

The mate bond pulsed weakly in my chest, the only thing keeping me tethered to reality. "The silver," I whispered. "It was spreading so fast. I've never seen it move like that, not even in humans. Not in an Alpha." Hunter and Alexei exchanged glances. "The blade was treated," Alexei said, his voice grim. "Weaponized silver. Designed to maximize damage." A cold weight settled in my stomach. Normal silver was dangerous to werewolves, but our bodies could eventually process it, especially Alphas with their stronger healing. Weaponized silver was something else entirely—designed to spread rapidly, to resist our natural defenses.

"They aren't wolves, Mommy. Well... not just wolves. Their heartbeats are too mechanical. They have the 'Silver-Salt' boosters. Council Mercenaries." "Brace!" Kael rasped. He didn't just turn the wheel; he wrenched it. THUD. A massive, iron-reinforced pine log slammed into the front fender, the impact sending a bone-jarring shockwave through the chassis. The SUV slewed sideways, skidding toward a jagged basalt outcrop. "Targets confirmed!" Leo shrieked through the speakers. "Mommy, left side! They have the high-frequency hooks!" The passenger door was ripped off its hinges before the vehicle had even stopped sliding.

My silver wolf launched. Five silver bullets hit me. Shoulder. Leg. Side. Chest. Stomach. I went down hard. Pain exploded. Silver poisoning spread. Burning. Killing. Through the bond, I felt Lycian’s rage. He was coming. Seconds away. Thornheart stood over me. Smiling. “We’ll take you. Repair you. Program you. And your mate. Perfect symmetry.” The world faded. I couldn’t shift. Couldn’t heal. The silver was too deep.

"I will answer what I can." A man in the third row stood immediately. "What are you?" Blunt. Direct. Fair. "I am Silverblood. Part human. Part creature. I was born this way but did not know it until recently. The transformation completed after the battle at the mill." "Can you control other creatures?" a woman asked. "Like you did at the Hollow?" "Sometimes. When I draw on enough power. But it exhausts me. And I cannot maintain it long." Another voice yelled out, "So you could force us to do things too?"