Warmage Silva Novels & Stories

she commanded, her voice dropping to a lethal, vibrating low that brooked no argument. "I’m not going anywhere," Silas growled, his orange eyes shimmering with a dark, twisted possessiveness as he tightened his grip on Ayla. The silver lines on his skin pulsed with a monstrous scale, reflecting the beast that was still roaring just beneath the surface after the carnage at the Maw. He looked like a man who had finally claimed the impossible pull only to realize he didn't know how to protect it from the very world he had helped build.

turned around and went back to the front door to lock it. After he made sure that their home was secure he continued to run after his sister until he was right by her side. He looked ahead of them. In the not so far of distance he could see the line where trim country grass from the Farmers Open Fields met with wilderness. Such a difference between the two pieces of land. Almost like different worlds. There was a flimsy wooden gate between the farmland and Forest that seemed to be holding the later back from oozing into their village. They had entered the forest quite a few times before and they always entered in the same place right there. Where country meets wilderness at the flimsy gate.

But this is the tradition you will never be told stronger if you won't pass this forest. ___________ KEZTOR_elder "Walter" power_THUNDER FINO: VENOM GUALTIERO: GRAVITY MAI: WATER NARKISSA: NUMBNESS and TELEPORT NUNZIO: VOICE ORAZIO: SNIPER "Warg grandson, that was the list of all your clan allies. Are you sure about this" "I was born ready grandpa this is what I've been training for right? So what are you asking me like that?"

Wielding all of the strength in her body, Empress tried to stop Silvan. The loud screaming voice of hers was deafening while her claws started to appear over her fingers. Silva was a Dark Soul, and he had sucked every creature in the world. But for now, he was in the human body and was restraining himself.

It was like he had all the powers of a werewolf but none of their weaknesses. But Cane’s strength came from the Silver Moon lineage. While Silas had a higher impact force, Cane had the Primordial Essence, a natural agility, and a spiritual ferocity that allowed him to predict Silas’s moves. Cane moved like a shadow, his natural muscles rippling with a speed that Silas’s joints couldn't match.

she said brightly, and he nodded. "We're going to Silvan tomorrow," Amaria said. " It's really suspicious, Silvan is a small town but very rich in soil, they said the rich soil was a blessing from the spirit king of nature 'Gaia' that's why they have the healthiest fruits, vegetables and rear the healthiest animals, it has the highest exportation rate over the years because all the kingdoms under Ashmael Empire request goods from them yearly, I should know because I'm from there." Teresa stated

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

“And…maybe beating numerous guys half to death because they were late on payments.” “Hey, in my defense, they were at least three weeks late and giving excuses upon excuses.” We both chuckle and fist bump. “Next we have the biggest player in the school—-“ She gets cut off by a very hot black-haired guy. “Rhea, I can introduce myself. I’m Caleb White. 22. Grade A.” Damn, his voice is deep. Wait, Grade A… “So you’ve committed murder yeah?” I ask. “Yes and did I hear a little bit of excitement under your voice just now?”

Silva replied as she relaxed. Rina looked around. "My former job had me coming to the human world a lot, but I never still got used to it." "Well once upon a time, i ran away to stay here" Silva revealed. Rina looked at her curiously. "why?" "It's a long story but at that time I wanted to escape from everything." "So what made you come back?" Silva laughed, "my mother threatened to ovedose on wolfsbane and no matter what I can't do that to her"

The cold wind cuts through the trees as I run—faster than I’ve ever run before. My paws dig into the forest floor, claws slicing through roots and debris. The scent of blood, fire, and fear is thick, clinging to every breath like ash. We are no longer hiding. No longer running. We are meeting death at the threshold and daring it to blink first. I am Silvara, born of divinity, forged in the underworld, and chosen by the Moon herself. I am not just Anika’s wolf—I am her wrath, her strength, her divine right.