Transformers Silverbolt Beast Wars Novels & Stories

Rhea roared, shifting into her massive white wolf form mid-leap. ​The chamber exploded into violence. The Silver Bane warriors fought with a desperation born of knowing their home was being digested from the inside out. Rhea was a whirlwind of white fur and silver-tipped claws, tearing through the scaled monsters with a ferocity that made even Marcus hesitate for a second.

<”I, Jackson Hill, challenge you, Sam Silver of Silvery Blood to a fight for the alpha title! His opposition stood there, he didn’t seem surprised and instead smirked. “Sorry. My name is Samuel Tidden, Alpha Pro Tempore of Silvery Blood. Elite warrior ranked 10th in SilverFang. The only one able to take my position is my alpha. Alpha Sam Silver of SilverFang.”

Angela sat in her bed holding Adam, silver lines visible on both of them now as stress triggered their transformations. "They're coming for us, aren't they?" she asked quietly. "Yeah," I said, not bothering to lie. "But they'll have to go through me first." The silver fire in my veins pulsed in agreement, power building for what was coming. Outside, the battle raged as our pack fought to protect what mattered most. Inside, we waited with a telepathic baby and a transformed sister and enough silver-blessed power to level a city block if necessary. The augments wanted a war? They were about to get one.

I clutched my chest the pain making my heart hurt, the urge to go to him growing more intense by the second. ‘The burning won’t last long Athena, it’s part of his transformation we must remain strong for him. Like the moon goddess prepared me, she also prepared Bryant just as she would have Thor. Silver wolfs have a deadly bite. Their teeth and saliva contain poison, had he been born silver it wouldn’t hurt him, but his body must accept it. Once that happens his pain will ease, and his assent will end quicker’ Venus was so calm which eased the pain in my chest which I now realised was the beginning of a panic attack and not my own. The panic attack was coming from Hector, only ending when he

" 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 ? "

"Valkyrie Two and Three, deploy Silvermist protocol. Blanket the target area." The other two drones swooped low over the ocean, their wings angling with impossible grace. They released a fine, shimmering mist from their dispersal pods, a glittering cloud that descended upon the churning water. The "Silvermist" was one of Katherine's more elegant and brutal inventions: an aerosolized silver nitrate compound, molecularly bound to a clinging agent. Harmless to humans, but agonizingly, flesh-meltingly corrosive to most supernatural creatures, especially werewolves and the magically summoned beasts they controlled.

“Shut the hell up. We have Starlight and we will never give her to you.” Leo shook his head with pity. “I don’t care what you say. Your boyfriend’s life is your business. But we will get Starlight if it’s the last thing we do.” Growls echoed in the now heavy wind. Fog floated over the top of the boulder. Silver leaned forward, fur growing on the surface of her skin, fingers clawing beside her. Miles went on all fours. A burst of hot air expelled from his body as he transformed slowly. Dark brown fur grew out of his body, his hind legs took shape. He was huge but beside Silver’s hulking gray wolf he looked smaller.

Without their light-fields, the silver warriors were just men in fragile suits. "THEY'RE BLEEDING!" Jago’s voice boomed from the megaphones of the lower Spires. "THE GODS ARE BLEEDING SILVER! TAKE EVERYTHING!" The "Lagos-grit" became a literal harvest. The Scrappers swarmed the fallen dragons, stripping the mercury-scales with rusted crowbars, reclaiming the tech that had been built from their own stolen lives. It was the ultimate Hostile Takeover—not in a boardroom, but in the gutters.