Wild Force Silver Ranger Novels & Stories

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.”

She was better, more skilled, more valuable. "Cassandra," Elena warned. "What? I'm just making a conversation." Cassandra stood, wincing. "Thank you, Elena, the binding helps." She walked toward the door, then paused beside me. Her hand landed on my good shoulder, the touch light but possessive. "Don't feel bad about being behind," she said quietly. "Some wolves are just naturally more…." My power exploded. Silver light burst from my body like a shockwave. Cassandra was thrown backward, slamming into the wall with enough force to crack the wood, she fell to the floor, gasping.

He was a silhouette of jagged energy, his silver eyes glowing like twin moons. The creature holding me was a "Void-Walker"—a spindly, grey-skinned thing with too many joints and eyes like clouded glass. It hissed as Dante’s shadow tendrils lashed out, wrapping around the creature’s throat and incinerating it into ash before it could let out a second breath. In an instant, Dante was over me. He didn't grab me—he couldn't—but he stood over my fallen form like a vengeful god, his aura forming a protective dome that pulsed with lethal energy.

Remembering what I was told earlier, the Gold Pack’s firstborn can give wolfbane, silver pain, and other types of pain by its bite, claws, and fur when close to the enemy. The firstborn of the Silver Pack, or what’s now known as the Fountain Pack, can’t get hurt by wolfbane, silver, and any pain from them, but what else can it do? That can’t be the only thing my wolf can do. Looking at my mom, I asked her, “What can a Silver wolf do now that I’m back in my own body?” My mom smiled as she heard me. “Good that you're asking me. The Silver Wolf can adapt the toxins that would normally hurt a wolf and transfer them to the Gold Wolf, who can destroy the enemies quicker. The Silver wolf is invinci

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.

Miss Ophelia screams, unable to pull her knife up in time. I don’t think. I let Aria’s instincts take over. I drop into a crouch just as the beast leaps, its silver-tipped claws extending. I thrust the Silver Dagger upward. The blade catches the rogue mid-air, sinking deep into its chest. The ruby in the hilt flares with blinding, searing light. The silver fire erupts instantly, spreading from the wound like lightning. The rogue doesn’t even have time to hit the ground; it shrieks in agony, its cursed flesh charring to black ash before it collapses into a smouldering heap at my boots.

His hand catches her wrist for a second. “Aria… control it!” he yells, voice strained, soaked in pain. But she shakes her head violently. Tears mix with rage in her eyes. “I can’t!” she screams back. And then— It explodes. Silver force erupts outward in every direction. Not aimed. Not directed. Just released. Wolves are thrown through the air. Soldiers are flung backward like leaves in a storm. Trees snap in half. The ground ripples as if it is no longer solid.