Transformers Silverbolt Beast Wars Novels & Stories

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."

His howl ripped through the battlefield — raw agony, not dominance. That sound told me everything. The bond had shattered. And now… there was no sanity left inside him. Only a broken beast. “We are not fighting him,” I ordered sharply. “We are containing him.” I turned to my warriors. “Bring the cage.” Their faces paled. “The silver-wolfsbane cage, Your Majesty?” one asked. “Yes.” It took ten warriors just to drag it forward — thick bars forged with pure silver, coated in crushed wolfsbane paste. A prison meant for rogue monsters, not notable pack members. But of course, I had to.

"First, I am issuing direct orders for the immediate release and distribution of our hidden cache. I want the massive shipment of pure silver weaponry we have been quietly manufacturing in the northern foundries unpacked and armed tonight." A low murmur of vicious excitement rippled through the men. Normal werewolves feared silver, but Kaelen Blackwood was a terrifying anomaly. His pure-blooded, Supreme Alpha genetics made him nearly immortal on a standard battlefield. "Those specific weapons are explicitly designed with a high-density silver alloy," I explained, looking around the room, making eye contact with every killer present. "They are crafted specifically to slow Kaelen's legendary h

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.

Being trained as a slave and being constantly instructed to be comply with whatever from authorities, I had forget my ability to think independent. I was too oblivious. “Do you mean…that most of the slaves are guilty for something?” my lips were trembling as I asked the question. “Yes,” Samantha looked at me bemusedly, “Most. But I suppose you’re not Val? Because you look very different from them. You are always gallant and frank, and those qualities will never be found on other slaves. Have you noticed that Ben always seemed to be timid in front of those servants? I can tell you that he would just freak out while facing with a master. It was because his parents used to be in the army and th

Damian stood there, his eyes wide with shock. "What the hell are you?" he breathed. I looked at him, and I knew my eyes were blazing silver, I knew I looked like something otherworldly. Something powerful. Something dangerous. "I'm done being weak," I said, and my voice carried a double tone, mine and my wolf's combined. "I'm done being used. And I'm done running." The silver light pulsed through my veins like lightning, like moonlight made solid. "They want a war?" I smiled, and it wasn't a kind smile. "Then let's give them one.”

" As the Heart of Oblivion grew and took over the night, red, silver, and black sparks flew through the trees. My chest hurt and my body shook, but my will was stronger than my fear. "I..." I said in a whisper, "I can do this." I focused on the pulse in the Silver Heart and let its secret power come to life. When I pushed my hands forward, silver chains shot out and wrapped around the storm. When red, silver, and black collided, sparks flew everywhere. The air cracked with raw power, trees broke, and rocks flew through the air. Kael jumped next to me, big and protective, and his teeth showed. Thorne cut from above, his golden claws flashing perfectly. At just the right time, Draven hit the S

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.

Tears began to pour from my eyes, blurring the world as colors shifted and shadows receded. "Hush, Little One." Silver’s voice wrapped around my consciousness with a brush of soft fur. Fur that soothed the terror and dulled the pain. "I have you." Perception shifted until it looked like I was viewing the world from a distance. I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t obey my commands. "You just rest. All will be well." Little by little, my body fought back the change. No. Silver fought back the change. She kept us human. She kept the others safe.

Other abilities I discovered were the ability to control elements such as air, water, fire, earth, and so on. Then on my sixteenth birthday, I developed physical enhancement like Mother did. I completely changed into a younger version of my mother. Oh, also, my Lycan is pure silver like Mother's; the only difference is mother's other half is a wolf, while mine is Lycan, but both are pure silver. I don't know why all these were passed down to me if mother, according to father, has fulfilled what was predestined of her, which landed her in a comatose state for years.