Wild Force Silver Ranger Novels & Stories

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.

This was Blake Silver in full Alpha mode on a threat that was moving toward someone he cared about and the difference between those two things was significant and immediate and the rogue that had launched from the left discovered this at speed. Snow white. Not the white I had expected from everything I knew about Silver pack coloring. Not flat or cold. The specific living white of something that carried its own light source, massive through the chest and shoulders, moving with a force that had nothing wasted in it. He took the first rogue completely off its trajectory and drove it into the ground and it did not get back up quickly. The second rogue adjusted its angle mid-air. Lyra was alread

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

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.

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

“I’m not leaving you. I won’t.” The beast lunged again, faster this time. Sienna shoved Ryder aside and spun, lifting her hand. Silver energy erupted from her palm, slicing through the air and smashing into the creature’s chest. The force was so violent it sent a shockwave rolling through the clearing, bending the grass flat and knocking several trees into shuddering silence. “Move,” she hissed. “Now.”

The crowd went wild as they cheered for their fierce warrior. I charged at her, wanting to get even, but she met me head-on. The impact shook the ground beneath us, earning a gasp from the crowd. Both of us paused a moment of acknowledgment, then leaped into the air once again. This time, we shifted into our wolves. Carolina’s black wolf stood proudly while I let my own silver-furred wolf, Vera, made her debut in front of Silverfang.

They walked inside and located Morris. Rogue froze when he saw Silver dangling from the wall with rods on his body, He clutched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth. His aura fluctuated wildy revealing his identity to Morris who was beyond mortified, his first friend was dead and his second one was a thing he didn't know. He fainted on the spot, his brain having too much information to process. “That b*tch is going to pay.” Rogue growled and extended his hand towards Silver, he applied a telekinetic force on his corpse and the rods and gently pulled them out while levitating them to him.