Transformers Silverbolt Beast Wars Novels & Stories

Its silver eyes gleamed with hunger. Elira loosed an arrow in a blur. The shaft struck the creature’s chest, slowing it, but not stopping it. With a guttural snarl, it lunged. Elira shoved Kaelen aside, rolling beneath the beast’s swipe and slashing her dagger across its throat. Dark blood sprayed across the leaves, and the wolf collapsed with a strangled howl. Kaelen scrambled up, heart hammering. “How—how are we supposed to fight all of them?”

Jade injected the silver blood into his vein with clinical precision, stepping back to observe. At first, nothing happened. The monitors beeped steadily. Then the warrior’s eyes snapped open, wide and wild, pupils blown. His body convulsed violently, muscles bulging unnaturally beneath his skin, veins pulsing with silver light that spread like wildfire. He thrashed against the restraints, a guttural roar tearing from his throat as white foam flecked his lips. His bones cracked audibly, shifting, reforming in jagged, impossible ways; arms elongating with sickening pops, fingers twisting into claws too long, too sharp, splitting skin. Blood seeped from his eyes, his nose, his ears, as his hear

"Lyra, protect the Omega! I'll take the perimeter!" ​ He shifted instantly. I didn't see the transformation, only a massive, shimmering Silver Wolf—the color of liquid moonlight—leaping out of the car. The snarling of the other wolves immediately turned into terrified yelps. ​ Lyra unsealed the back door on my side. "Out! We need to move! The Scavengers only care about the artifact—they'll tear the car apart!"

The silver-dust canisters explode prematurely, creating a harmless cloud of white smoke that is instantly scattered by the concussive force of the automated lasers. Free of the silver threat, Clyde’s inner beast lets out an earth-shaking roar that rattles the glass in my teeth. The thirty-foot silhouette of his obsidian wolf-spirit expands, a mountain of liquid black energy that completely collapses the Western vanguard's remaining line, driving the panicked survivors back toward the freezing cliffs. Inside the throne room, the six coastal fighters freeze, their crossbows trembling as the red laser arrays paint perfect circles directly over their hearts. They look at the automated gun-ports

"It's all here. 'When the moon bleeds silver and the marked one bears lightning scars, the weapon of ending shall rise.'" "Weapon of ending?" I repeat. "That sounds bad." "It is," Victoria says from her seat. She's somehow managed to insert herself into this meeting. "According to the prophecy, the Silver Moon Wolf will either unite all supernatural creatures or destroy them all. No in-between." "That's insane," Byrde says. "Wendy isn't going to destroy anyone." "Isn't she?" Victoria stands, addressing the room. "Look at what's happened since she arrived. Attacks, dark magic, the Collector himself showing up. She's a magnet for chaos."

Her eyes burned crimson as her bones cracked, her form threatening to shift into the forbidden state: The Reverend Warrior Wolf. A transformation beyond Alpha. Beyond reason. Beyond humanity. But before she completed it.... FWOOOOOSH! A jet of molten silver shot across the room and engulfed her entirely. Silver. The one thing even an Alpha couldn’t endure. Ilona’s screams climbed into something inhuman as the metal clung to her skin, burning through fur, flesh, and bone. The entire manor trembled with the sound of her destruction. Everyone watched, stunned.....yet none knew who fired the silver.

" Let's Takedown the king of Vampires, kill the traitor and fix this damn kingdom. " Everyone is cheering for Silver's words, he looks and sounds more of... A beast. Has more muscles, his black hair is shining, reflecting his anger on this damn kingdom. However, something in his heart is screaming. As they're going to the kingdom, his army of magical creatures, Werewolves, and vampires surely would destroy whoever is behind these walls. " So. " Silver opened a conversation while Spencer is walking beside him, taking their sweet time to arrive at the castle. " So ? "

“You’ve ever received a bomb job? Because if you touch me again, I’d—” “Enough!” Kendrick turned to Silver. “I want my nephew’s body, here and now.” Silver patted Mortis, the canine headbutting his palm. He used to do that to me, back then. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. The earlier you transfer my thirty-billion dollars for the damages, and leave my property, the better,” Silver growled. “In your dreams,” I growled back. “Give me Kai’s body along with Queen Bee, or I’d burn this place to the ground.”

More rogues came through the breach behind him. Different sizes but carrying the same quality. That ancient stillness that turned into devastating speed without warning. Silver-threaded fur on most of them. Gold eyes on all of them. They did not touch the Obsidian wolves. Did not even brush past them. They moved through the outer yard like they could see a map of it that no one else could see, navigating around Obsidian wolves and hitting Ashmoor soldiers with a targeted precision that should not have been possible for wolves who had never been

The silver beast didn't fear the ancient patriarch, but it recognized the scent of a predator that had hunted its kind before the first stones of the capital were ever laid. "He calls us assets," Laila said, her eyes fixed on the bronze statue of the split tongued wolf pulsing on the screen. "He doesn't care about the registration act or the corporate charter. He let Julian play his games with the cellular grid because it forced every rogue in the territory to show their hand. The moment my silver skin flared to ground that conduit, it sent a beacon directly to his orbital network. We didn't break the leash, Marcus. We just pulled the master out of his cave."