Transformers Silverbolt Beast Wars Novels & Stories

The mud at the southern border was stained a sickening, metallic silver under the hum of our perimeter security grid. A dozen Silvercrest warriors stood in a tense semi-circle just outside our boundary line, their heavy plasma-crossbows loaded with silver-tipped bolts, tactical visors flickered with combat data. At the front stood Jaxon, his future Alpha aura flared to its absolute limit, a desperate wave of power meant to intimidate the ancient trees of Shadow Ridge. Beside him, Tanya leaned against his shoulder, looking at the dark forest as if she already owned its corporate rights.

they are not just resisting the silver ions. They are completely neutralizing them on contact, Valerie said, a cold, triumphant smile cutting across her face. As of six o'clock this morning, the entire southern warrior coalition consisting of over fifteen thousand elite combatants is completely immune to silver weaponry. A silver tipped bullet will do nothing more than bruise their skin. A silver blade will shatter against their muscle fibers. The entire courtroom erupted into a chaotic roar. Alphas in the gallery stood up, shouting, slamming their fists against the railings.

The sweet-spicy scent of an omega blooming into heat tickled my nose, and I paused mid-punch. Fuck. There weren’t many omegas, and the alpha wolf in me craved this one already. I grabbed the purse, removed the cash from my wallet, and stuffed it inside. Then I looked for someplace safe, like a store with security cameras or a police station, and ran across the street to a 24-hour gym. I wanted the woman with the kids to get her money back and a bit extra for having to deal with a purse snatcher. Inside, transcendental non-Western music of some kind played over the speakers. Guess it had helped drown out the thief’s screams.

They're running around everywhere, making everything worse. I hide behind the thick bush and quickly transformed into my silver wolf form. I ran at full speed towards where they were fighting. In just a blink of an eye, I'm among them and immediately attacked the wolves attacking Rini. Since I am silver, I can take out three or four of the enemies. One of the remaining creatures decided it was time to attack my father and so I dashed and jumped on him. I bit down on his neck with enough force that it snapped and he fell lifeless on the ground.

Oscorb begged in tears. "naaaa. Am not ready to kill my creator yet but I'll do if you refuse to carry out my command." The beast said and snared. "I promise to carry out any command, anything at all I'll do please just spare my life." "Good. I need an army, Create more beast like me." the beast roared. Mr. Grimes opened a box and in it was five silver bullets. "We got only five bullets left." Mr. Grimes said. "Are you saying only a silver bullet can kill this thing?" Ezra asked.?

Other warriors followed, armed with whatever silver objects they could grab candlesticks, plates, ceremonial daggers. The beast turned on them, its massive form swelling with Obsidian's power. But silver was anathema to shadow magic, and when twenty Bloodfang warriors struck simultaneously, their weapons blazing with pack-bond magic, even Obsidian's strongest creation couldn't withstand the assault. The anchor beast exploded into darkness that washed over them all like a wave of ice water. And throughout the pack house, every other shadow beast collapsed. Outside, Marina heard Silvain's triumphant roar. The beasts attacking his warriors had just vanished, leaving Obsidian standing alone in t

“So why are you mourning him like some tragic hero? Why are you howling over a guy who didn’t even blink before screwing someone else?” Silence. I sat up, hair a mess, heart a bigger one. “You know what? If we’re going to get sh*t in any way, if we’re going to be used and tossed around like toys, then maybe I don’t care anymore. Maybe I’ll burn this whole damn bond thing to the ground.” My wolf didn’t growl. She just stayed quiet, like something inside her had died, and now all she could do was mourn. And maybe… maybe I was doing the same.

Their fur was replaced by jagged ice-crystals, and their jaws hung open, dripping a black, viscous fluid that hissed when it touched the concrete. "Fire!" I roared. The "wolfless" Deltas and humans didn't have claws, but they had my technology. From the shadows of the bunker, they unleashed a barrage of Ionized-Silver Bolts. Unlike traditional silver, these were tuned to the frequency of the Third Star. When a bolt hit a Husk, it didn't just wound them; it shattered the ice-binding. The monsters exploded into clouds of steam, their spirits finally released from the King’s thrall.

Both beasts were evidently enraged. One of the beasts was called the Silver Beast. It was not as strong as the golden python, but it was still at the same level as the red fox. The other beast was called the Thunderflame Wolf, and it was around the same level of the Silver Beast. Both of them used middle ultimate god rank techniques. Calruz and Toren could work together against one, but they would not be able to deal with two at the same time. After the two of them used their attacks, they easily lured the two beasts toward Fane.

Of course Hildegarde knew this as well, but she was bored because she was promised a good fight, yet all she got was meaningless trekking for over 20 minutes. *Uh Hah Wo Wu* Silver bent down slightly and gestured as quietly as he could that they were almost at the end. They were almost there. Soon, they would get to meet the Guardian Beast and see the Revival Grass. “You are very cautious of this creature, aren’t you?” Mane found it amusing that Silver was being so careful. The first time this beast had met them it roared loudly as though the entire valley belonged to it. Yet here it was now, being so considerate towards intruding on the habitat of another.