Novel & Cerita Wild Force Silver Ranger

Iron would dampen the Thorn, making the forced Claiming a calculated ritual rather than a lethal gamble. ​My pace was brutal—a forced, inhuman lope through the dense forest floor, fueled by adrenaline and the grim knowledge of what was at stake. I pushed myself until the rune on my back felt like a live wire, forcing the residual energy of the Silver Vein strike to propel me forward.

I spat. “Because of the way silver works for a Wulver,” he sighed. “We are resistant to silver, but not immune. Her wolf will recede away to avoid it, taking the scent, the ability to mindlink, even the mate bond with it. The wolf is still there, watching, and waiting in case it needs to come forward. It isn’t going to hurt her.” I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, the same way silver didn’t hurt her before. You’ve seen all her scars!”

Frowning, I glanced in the direction he was growling. There was a box. And a rose lying right next to it… What the---?! I grabbed the rose, but instantly let it go, feeling my skin sizzle. My heart dropped as I realized--- Silver! She had breathed in silver! Silver wasn't deadly for us. However, it did leave serious damage and scarring if it was ever used as a weapon. If it came into contact with our skin, it cut us off from our wolves and hindered the natural healing process, leaving us vulnerable for a while. The feeling was like fire, burning you like a bad allergic reaction...

Carla groaned and pushed herself up, Damon and Stacy scrambling beside her. When they all looked at me standing tall without falling, their eyes bulged out of their sockets. Carla gasped. “This isn’t a coincidence. King Cassian has landed safely with Liora. We must be close to the Silver Forest.” The moment she uttered these words, ‘Silver Forest,’ a deep, thunderous growl rolled through the clearing, shaking the ground under my feet. Then a massive Silver Wolf materialized out of thin air, its fur shimmering like liquid moonlight. It didn't hesitate even for a second and lunged at me, jaw wide, glowing purple eyes locked on Liora.

"But your mate is right, Lira. You cannot fight a Wraith with steel. You must learn to use the 'Silver Pulse' not just to heal, but to sever." She led us to a grove of ancient, twisted trees. "Ronan, your strength is the Gold—the sun, the physical, the earth. Lira is the Silver—the moon, the spirit, the tide. Separately, you are strong. Together, you can undo the Witch’s stitches." For the next several hours, under the watchful eyes of the loyal Hollowed, Elara pushed me to my limits. I learned that my silver wasn't just a liquid in my veins; it was a frequency.

A roar. A powerful, furious roar that shook the leaves and the air and even Aria’s bones. Something massive rushed past her fast, fierce, unstoppable. Aria opened her eyes. Another wolf stood between her and the rogues. But this one… this one was nothing like them. He was HUGE. Broad shoulders, thick dark fur that shimmered under the moonlight, a body strong enough to break trees and his eyes Silver. The same silver from her dreams. Aria’s lips parted.

Or so I thought, until I enter the gym. ‘They are really going for the kill this time’. I tell Ares, while looking around the gym. As expected, a battle ring has been set up. What is new this time though, is not only that the 2 shit stains are in there themselves looking battle-ready, but also the silver whip I see #1 holding. Oh, sh*t. Silver is like kryptonite to a wolf. That will hurt and scar like a b*tch. So far, anything they had done healed up in no time, without any scars. But this time, I won’t be so lucky.

His father’s eyes widened, and for the first time, Ryan saw genuine fear in his father’s expression. Then his father whispered the words Ryan had spent six years waiting to hear. You’re not a rogue, Ryan. Ryan stared at him. His father’s voice dropped even lower. You’re the last heir of the Silver Bloodline. The first vehicle suddenly stopped. Its doors opened, and several wolves stepped onto the road. Ryan’s wolf growled inside him. This time, Ryan didn’t try to silence it. He looked at the wolves approaching him as his eyes slowly turned silver. Then he stood his ground. Let them come.

The crazy thing was that, if the person were from spring pack, I would have been able to mind link them and found their identity a few hours ago. But that was impossible now because I had cut ties with the pack. I couldn’t just access their mind links because I had a new pack now. But still, who were they? And how did they get a silver bomb? Silver bombs were so rare and so dangerous because it contained raw, crystallized wolfsbane that would pierce straight into the skin and eat you from the inside out. It would take a miracle and weeks or even months for the most powerful werewolves to recover. Not even Kane was strong enough to simply bounce back from this.

Tyr picked up one dagger, making sure he’s holding the leather part of it – careful not to touch the silver. “Looks familiar?” his deep voice softly uttered. Zane’s brows slightly creased and immediately gasped when he remembered something. “Oh! I saw that from the first one we saw. So, are you using that to kill the rogues?” “We hunt them, but we don’t kill. Silver inflicts wounds in werewolves. I guess you know why we use this.” Tyr swiftly turned the sharp edge towards him and let Zane hold the dagger. “Because silver is the Luna’s metal,” Zane recalled from the book he read.