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.

The man put a protective arm around her waist and stood taller, maintaining complete eye contact. He barely registered his beta William shouting at him in his mind, no turning back now. “I, Jackson Hill, challenge you, Sam Silver, alpha of both Silvery Blood and SilverFang to a fight for title! Do you accept?!” The man only smirked, glancing down slightly at the woman who chuckled softly before speaking. “I, Alpha Samantha Silver, alpha of SilverFang and of Silvery Blood. Accept your challenge.” And then her eyes turned cold and hard as she flashed her teeth. “But you can call me Demon.”

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

"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.

Werewolves screamed and scattered. A silver arrow laced with wolfsbane shot out from the shadows. I didn't have time to react. Death seemed certain. Kaiden's hard, searing body slammed into me, a familiar scent of cedar washing over me as he pinned me to the ground. The sound of an arrowhead sinking into flesh was piercing, even over the blast. Kaiden let out a muffled grunt, his body shuddering violently, but his hand never left the back of my head, shielding me.

If Silver were to define psychopath, his name would pop out of his mouth. Thousands of men were marching at the front and a few hundred men followed after, with three huge wagons carrying something eerie, inside some kind of transparent vessel. An uneasy feeling passed through Silver's gut just by looking at it. The wagons were being pulled by Pyromuthus. A massive elephant-like magical beast with massive twisted tusks. They had rough fiery-red skin. A single twisted horn protruded from its head. And more horns lined its back from its neck to tail.

But it was obvious she had never actually been in battle. Her fur was clean and clear, not a single scar or mark that silently told of wars or battles fought. Her eyes were clear and calm. Most warriors had hooded eyes, hidden with secrets and threats along with the tales of all the blood they spilled. ‘You still haven’t answered my question’ She replied. ‘I am Thorne of Ironclaw. Here to meet with Garron of Silvermane to restore the bond between our clans and put an end to the rogue wolves crossing our borders’

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.