Wild Force Silver Ranger Novels & Stories

The Silver Hunters shout in surprise as he barrels into them, taking them off guard. I run towards the closest Hunter, my talisman in my hand. As I reach him, I slam the talisman into his neck. He screams as the life force is drained from him, his body collapsing to the ground. Gregory emerges as a wolf, jumping onto one Silver Hunter and biting him. The fourth Silver Hunter comes at me, his sword raised. I take a step back, suddenly not so sure of myself. I can't use the talisman unless we're super close together.

The rogue wolf had managed to claw my flesh. I hurriedly turned around and it felt like my breath had been knocked out of my lungs. This rogue wolf was huge and intimidatingly scary. I didn’t dare transform, because letting Silver take over is like serving ourselves on a platter. We wouldn’t last a minute against this rogue. Run, Silver urged. Adrenaline took over my instincts and I made a beeline for a hideout. While praying to the Moon Goddess for help, I found a large tree to hide my petite frame while holding my bleeding arm. I couldn’t fight or heal fast because Silver awakened just weeks ago.

The Lycan sent a barrel of silver powder our way just as he passed by the last border. Ray jumped past it on time but it slowed me down. Why the hell did Silver Pack have barrels of silver laying around the border? Their wolfs must have some resistance to it. It reminded me of when they attacked. And seeing Ray literally had a twin who was a silver wolf, it explained why he was quite resistance. “Ray, end him. He’s going too far!” I picked up pace. With his claws, Ray tore through fur of the Lycan making it slow down.

But Vanessa’s hand caught his shoulder. "Kael, don't," she whispered, her green eyes fixed on her father. "He’ll do it. He’s already scoured three packs this morning. Silver Ridge is just a footnote to him." The warriors of Ember Fang moved in. They didn't use blades. They used silver nets that hummed with the same harmonic frequency Zuri had described. The mesh settled over me, and the red feather in my chest let out a final, agonizing shriek. I fell into the dark.

I might have been ruthless or cruel, but only to those who would dare invoke my wrath in such a way. As Silverclaw, one of my alterations gave us the ability to partially shift our wolf form, taking on whatever aspects of our wolves we may need. I elongated my claws and slowly sliced through the skin of the first victim, then I slipped my claw under the skin and began to rip it off.

Tears began to pour from my eyes, blurring the world as colors shifted and shadows receded. "Hush, Little One." Silver’s voice wrapped around my consciousness with a brush of soft fur. Fur that soothed the terror and dulled the pain. "I have you." Perception shifted until it looked like I was viewing the world from a distance. I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t obey my commands. "You just rest. All will be well." Little by little, my body fought back the change. No. Silver fought back the change. She kept us human. She kept the others safe.

Getting awed by the second as the fight grows with magnifying intensity and bloodlust, my hands fist themselves, my eyes probably star shaped as I pump my fists into the air with a yell. That’s when it hits me like a lightning bolt…I’ve never seen Silver fight like this before. With my exciting charge dying down gradually, watching the animalistic drive both wolves attack each other with…I am taken back to the scene where I first met Silver’s wolf. The gruesome way he dismembered those rogues and that void emptiness that filled his orbs.

Aria shouted, silver energy flaring so bright it cast her shadow across the valley like a radiant eclipse. She focused her power inward, letting it flow through her fully. The Silver Moon responded, intensifying her senses, amplifying her strength, expanding her reach. Every enemy wolf she faced faltered, some collapsing instantly. Rowan roared in tandem, black fur bristling, teeth bared. Together, he and Aria were unstoppable, a combination of raw ferocity and unearthly power. Kael’s golden eyes narrowed. He lunged at Aria, seeking to strike her down, but she anticipated his movement. Her silver energy surged, enveloping him in a cage of light that pinned him mid-step. He struggled, but the

I said, turning away to pace the narrow gravel path outside the glass dome. My boots kicked up small sprays of wet dirt as massive amounts of adrenaline poured through my system. "Malachi has armed his rogue mercenaries with high-density, armor-piercing pure silver weaponry. They have trapped the Vanguard forces inside a tight, boxed-in canyon. Silas, Kaelen's legendary healing factor cannot survive a concentrated, multi-directional silver attack like that. If those weapons pierce his chest... his wolf will literally burn from the inside out. He will die." Silas stared at me, his eyes wide with a deep, profound confusion and visible worry.

Rex screamed, and blood instantly stained his chest. The burn of silver prevented the wound from healing. "Awooo—" Suddenly, howls erupted from all around as a hundred Silvermane warriors surrounded them. The "guards" behind me also revealed their sharp, silver claws. Our hidden elite warriors tore off their disguises, unleashed their wolves, and charged. "You..." Rex's wolf eyes widened in disbelief. "Surprised?" I sneered, pulling out the dagger. "The Silvermane Pack's wedding gift is the utter annihilation of you rogues!"