Wild Force Silver Ranger Novels & Stories

"I'm here to teach you to survive what's coming. Whether you keep your humanity or not... that's your choice to make." "Then teach me," Wendy said. "But don't try to make my choices for me." The marks on her skin pulsed brighter, and for a moment, her eyes flashed pure silver before returning to their normal hazel. Aria and Byrde exchanged a look over her head - worry mixed with something else. Fear, perhaps. Or recognition. "Very well," Aria said. "We'll do this your way. But remember - the silver power has its own will. And it's patient. It waited a hundred years for me to stop fighting it. It can wait for you too."

“What makes me so special that there are these rogues trying to kill me? What are rogues? Why did they get me pregnant?” “We don’t think that was ever the intention Davina. Rogues are made of shifters, witches and warlocks that have left their packs and coven or have been banished for wrong doings. I think Enzo wanted his fun before killing you. You are special because we are sure you are the reincarnation of the original silver dragon named Ryuu which makes you very powerful. We believe there is another silver dragon out there wanting to kill you so they can absorb your powers.” “You keep say we. Who is we?”

“You don’t want to do this.” “Don’t I?” His eyes showed he was too desperate to wipe me off the earth. “Since you showed up, everything’s gone wrong in this camp. The pack wolves are closing in, the others are scared, and now even the skies turn against us. I don’t know what Raven sees in you but you’re just a curse, Silver Fang. And curses need to be broken.” “I didn’t ask to be born with Silver fang powers,” I said, my hands glowing brighter. “I didn’t choose this part. Keep off.”

She wants an opening. Ryan shouts again, voice breaking around her name. He slams his hands into the bars, desperation overriding sense. I smell the burn before he jerks back. Silver bites hard. His snarl tears out of him anyway, raw and furious, and he tries to shift. It only half works. His shoulders broaden. His spine arches. His eyes flash but don’t change fully. The silver damage has weakened his wolf. He’s stuck between forms, pain ripping through muscle and bone. He doesn’t care. He would tear himself apart if it meant reaching her.

Nyra cast one last glance at Anara’s company pouring into the courtyard. “Allies rallying,” she murmured. “It’s enough.” Ryker’s grin was savage. “Then let’s show them the Beast of Silver Fang.” He darted forward, boots slapping stone, wolves thundering behind. Nyra followed, lunar‑fire dancing across her blades, fearless. As they thundered into Selira’s disoriented line, Nyra felt the rune pulse against her skin, an echo of the demon’s infernal promise and her mother’s quiet strength. In that moment of chaos and clarity, she realized power was nothing without purpose.

Mane theorized that if the monkeys had fought with their lives on the line, they would be able to fight averagely talented wielders who were two levels above their energy levels! Going by that logic and based on Silver’s talent, Mane reckoned that the Emerald Crystal Monkey had a greater talent. Since she and Silver were basically the same of their kind – royalty – that meant that they had similar talent. Silver’s fighting prowess and numerous skills meant that he could go head to head with an averagely talented wielder who was stronger than him by two levels. And if he fought with his life on the line, he would be able to handle talents three levels above him! So his mother should be about

"My Alpha has been waiting for you there." "How about the recent rogue my man brought here?" "We also sent him there." I followed him, and soon we arrived at a prison where Zurin was standing. "I heard he used silver claws while fighting you." And Zurin welcomed me with a statement. No smile or even worried expression on his face, as if silver claws meant nothing. Well, we actually trained using a silver weapon as well. Yet, we are never immune to silver. Just a minor cut from a silver weapon will take a longer time to heal compared to any cuts caused by other weapons. And it gets worse, combined with wolfsbane.

These weren’t rogues; their movements were too disciplined, their auras too strong, radiating the authority of pack wolves. “Damn it,” Silvia cursed under her breath as they surrounded us, at least ten of them, maybe more lurking out of sight. From the corner of my eye, I saw our girls forming a tight line, their bodies tense, waiting for Silvia’s command. One of the wolves shifted into human form, and my stomach dropped. I recognized him instantly—a warrior from Silver Fang, though I didn’t know his name. His grin was smug, his voice dripping with arrogance as he spoke. “We don’t want to kill you all,” he said, his eyes locked on me. “We want Ashley. Hand yourself over, and we’ll let your r

POV: Valerian's Beast Silver. Threat. MINE. Pack. Protect. The silver wolf moves. Fast. Powerful. Must stop. Must kill. CHARGE. Bodies collide. Thunder. Impact shakes ground. Claws. Teeth. Fur and blood. The silver one strong. Too strong. Matches me. Blow for blow. My jaws snap. Miss. She twists away. Her claws rake my shoulder. Pain. Blood hot down my leg. Good. Pain is real. Pain is rage.

Damian stood there, his eyes wide with shock. "What the hell are you?" he breathed. I looked at him, and I knew my eyes were blazing silver, I knew I looked like something otherworldly. Something powerful. Something dangerous. "I'm done being weak," I said, and my voice carried a double tone, mine and my wolf's combined. "I'm done being used. And I'm done running." The silver light pulsed through my veins like lightning, like moonlight made solid. "They want a war?" I smiled, and it wasn't a kind smile. "Then let's give them one.”