Transformers Silverbolt Beast Wars 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.

We attacked and the battle began, but I noticed that Adrian wasn’t fighting me. He was avoiding a direct fight with me, and it looked deliberate. He moved through the chaos, dodging my swings, his eyes darting toward me but never engaging. It was infuriating. Alpha Alessandro, on the other hand, was a different story—he was hell-bent on wiping us out, his attacks brutal and relentless. From what I could tell, only Adrian, his beta, and one other warrior from Silver Fang—whose name I couldn’t remember—were here. The rest weren’t Silver Fang. I was almost certain they were from Iron Claw, fighting alongside that bastard Alessandro.

She's an intimidating force, her fur a radiant, almost luminescent white, her eyes a piercing ice blue—she's the epitome of elegance but with the ferocity of a warrior. I give in and transform, feeling my bones rearrange themselves in a symphony of strength and power. As Silver, I let out a howl that resonates like an ethereal war cry, vibrating the very air around us. The Lycan and wolf troops answer back, their roars and howls uniting in a crescendo of impending victory.

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.

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’

It looked like a trapped storm. This was the source of the Council’s power. They had figured out how to distill the "Beast" energy from the Thorne blood and put it into a machine. It was a crime against nature. "Target identified," a voice said behind me. I turned. A man in a gold-trimmed uniform was standing on the platform. He didn't have armor, but his eyes were a bright, artificial red. He was one of the Elders’ personal guards—a man who had been "enhanced" by the machines.

Dad shakes his head. “What about silver dragons,” asks dad. “You said to read about the six different types of dragons,” says Owen. “I said there are six different types aside from the silver dragons,” dad says with an annoyed look on his face. “I guess I will have to cover that part for you. Listen up cause I’m only going to go over this once. Silver dragons are silver in color however, when the light shines on them they tend to shimmer a pastel rainbow color which makes them look exceptionally beautiful. They can control all the elements and they are the only dragons that are able to transform into humans and have the ability to teleport. This is due to the original silver dragon’s mother

the driver asked. “In the Light Bar,” Aisha responded. She thinks she might go to the bar and need a drink to forget what happened a while ago. “I will fucking kill that girl with your husband, Aisha! I will fucking kill her! How are they making you cry, and that asshole! How dare he hurts you?!” Kai—her wolf, was understandably more aggressive than usual. Aisha held onto her chest; she could still hear the loud beating of her heart; Kai was about to go and take over her body, “Calm down, Kai. I settled that already; keep quiet,”

“Just barely, but enough. Looks like they’re headed towards Data.” “Send me at those two,” said a third pilot. “I’ll smash ‘em both, easy as pie. Win would be as good as ours.” — Pilot: Big Dorf Role: Heavy Defense Loadout: Primal Machinations “Silverback” Ultraheavy Siege Chassis [A] Myrmidon Technology “Ajax” Resonance Glaive [A] Myrmidon Technology “Caesar” Heavy Scutum Shield [A] — Big Dorf’s Silverback was an imposing beast. It seemed as though it was as wide as it was tall, but it was simply extremely heavily armored. On top of that he wielded an incredibly thick shield that somehow covered most of his body.

Once the drivers hopped off of the trucks and ran to the one that was fallen on the side, we attacked. While My father, Bear, Maxwell and myself decided to stay in human form, Silver shifted in to his wolf and ran ahead of us. The two drivers were already by the side of the fallen truck, trying to open the heavily crushed door so they could let their friend out. When Silver ran towards them, heir heads snapped up and for a second, they looked like they were on guard. But after a split second, I could see that they'd relaxed. Because Silver was still slightly feral and he looked like a rouge wolf, they must have thought that he was one of Landor's rouge wolves. So, they didn't see him as an i