Wild Force Silver Ranger Novels & Stories

Silver Wolf indeed! He would eat this empty beer can if she turned into a Silver Wolf, he thought, eyeing the can in his hand. Since his back was turned to the door, he didn’t see her coming out at all. When he turned, she had already broken into a gallop and was in the process of leaping at his throat. It was the shock at seeing the Silver Wolf that had him rooted to the spot, petrified and unable to react, he told himself later. It was the shock that had made him drop the can and screw his eyes shut as he felt her paws on his shoulder.

I shove her to the floor at his feet as I hold her spine in my hand, dripping with blood. “Kill them all.” I say through the mind link as I drop her spine to the floor as I shift and tackle Alpha Rodrick to the ground. My claws dig into his chest. I snarl in his face, saliva dripping from my jaws, when I yelp in pain. Turning my head, I see a silver dagger sticking out of my ribs. With a snarl, I rip it out with my teeth. Stupid bastard. I am immune to silver and wolfsbane. I add pressure with my paws as his ribs crack and break when I’m thrown from him. I turn my head and see a small sable coloured wolf with a white patch over her eye helping him up.

She looked at the warriors and said, "He fell without me needing to draw my scimitars." So, that's what it called. "How much more if I did?" She sheathed her scimitars again and instructed Kevin to shift back. Once they were all back in line, she stood in front of them with authority. "Remember, Silver rogues aren't ordinary Rogues or packs. They use silver, which is the most vital cause of werewolves' deaths. You need to be smart when battling against them." "And the next time you question my training, think twice if you can beat me first."

"It's coming. The shatter. I feel the Fenrir rising. True one. Silver. God level. You guys ready?" "Ready," all three echoed, voices overlapping in the chaos. "Damien, your calm. Give me the last of it," I begged. "Ezra, your edge. Kai, your wild spark. Push it all in." "Push done," Damien replied. "Edge yours," Ezra said. "Spark full," Kai added. Light exploded from my neck as the collar cracked loud, pieces flying. Blinding silver filled the valley, washing over everything. My body shifted fast, bones reshaping powerful, fur like liquid metal. The true Silver Fenrir wolf took over, massive and ancient.

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.