Transformers Silverbolt Beast Wars Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

I said, turning away to pace the narrow gravel path outside the glass dome. My boots kicked up small sprays of wet dirt as massive amounts of adrenaline poured through my system. "Malachi has armed his rogue mercenaries with high-density, armor-piercing pure silver weaponry. They have trapped the Vanguard forces inside a tight, boxed-in canyon. Silas, Kaelen's legendary healing factor cannot survive a concentrated, multi-directional silver attack like that. If those weapons pierce his chest... his wolf will literally burn from the inside out. He will die." Silas stared at me, his eyes wide with a deep, profound confusion and visible worry.

“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

" 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

“Commander Dreylude! How can this creature transform in the middle of the day? I thought that the curse could only activate on the night of the full moon.” With his brows furrowed in anger, Commander Dreylude assumed, “Obviously that is a lie postulated by those accursed witches. This monster before us is proof enough of their treachery! Well, what are you men standing around for? Go and cleave that beast apart with your blessed swords! Your blades are coated with pure silver! That is the creature’s bane!” His gallant war cry aroused the crusaders’ battle spirit. Many of them began shouting fiercely, “Kill it!”

Though he couldn’t hear a living being in miles radius. The mortification of feeling the vibration of his voice made her squirm. “Let go, Sire! I don’t like it!” She whisper-yelled but he just smirked with his one hand on her ass and the other patting her thigh. “The walls and flooring is made of Silver Stone,” She stilled at once. “It slowly depletes Beasts of strength when they come in contact with it often, the effect on humans may be faster.” Laylin bit her lip.

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.