Wild Force Silver Ranger Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“There’s another silver wolf, I think Your Silver should be captured. He’s a bad influence.” Ralph went back. Didn’t he agree? His brother-in-law had already reported that his mate didn’t want to leave Your Silver because she was loyal to him. Your Silver had those little girls in his palm, telling them it was a revenge when he was only venting, basically he was making use of them. “Your Silver gathered wolfs, filled with pain and vengeance. They became a formidable force. If they’re loyal, then they think he’s right.” He said. I raised a brow at him. “Right? Well, they think he’s right but he isn’t…”

"If we all feel the same thing at the same time, the silver will broadcast it." ​"Exactly," Rhea said. "When the Reapers arrive, they won't find a resource. They’ll find a frequency they can't survive. We’re going to give them the 'Wild Desire' of a thousand years of freedom." ​The pack began the ritual. Three hundred wolves, from the oldest elders to the smallest pups, placed their paws and hands against the silver walls. The cavern began to hum—a low, melodic thrum that vibrated through their bones and into the very marrow of the mountain.

“It was while running that I encountered Jade and got bitten.” “You see, I was one of a kind a thousand years ago, actually the first of my kind!” Silver said, a hint of pride on his face. “The first human to take the full bite of a wolf and a spirit creature infused with dark energy, not on any other night but the night of a full moon…and live!” Silver patted his neck. “Right here.” He tapped it furiously. “I took the bite fair and square, it almost killed me but I lived. Not just lived, I survived and I got stronger.”

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!"

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.