Wild Force Silver Ranger Novels & Stories

I hissed back, watching the man’s pitch-black eyes narrow angrily at me. “Is that a threat? Michael Gotham?” Wolverine Silver whispered so quietly that I almost wasn't sure he had spoken. Icy shards of glass slithered down my back to freeze over at the base of my spine. Of all the wolves at the table, it was Wolverine Silver I was most worried about. He had gotten his name because he was somehow immune to silver. Wolverine was a shredded beast on the battle field who could withstand silver attacks even better than us Alphas. We needed him on our side.

Her power surged, and it became apparent that she wasn't just commanding; she was controlling the wraiths, orchestrating their attacks with an eerie precision. With a sinking feeling, I understood the magnitude of our predicament. We weren't just facing Silver; we were facing a force that had manipulated her, twisted her abilities into something dark and formidable. My heart ached for the friend I once knew, buried somewhere within this turmoil. Despite the fear and the overwhelming odds, I knew I had to stop her. The safety of everyone depended on it. Summoning every ounce of strength and resolve, I continued to fend off Silver's relentless assault, hoping against hope that somehow, I could

“Silver paid in coin. Silver pays in blood. Silver Fang.” A murmur rippled through Shadow Pack’s warriors. Ryder’s jaw flexed, his rage coiling tighter. He had suspected Silver Fang’s hand in the growing unrest, but hearing it confirmed sent a storm through the night. Crystal stepped closer, her firelight spilling across the prisoner’s face. “Silver Fang does not work alone.” Her voice was sharp, steady. She could feel it… the oily, suffocating trace of something darker clinging to the rogues minds. It was faint, but familiar. Shadows she had felt in Greenwood, and Weeping Valley.

she told me. She looked around the room and asked for a blade or anything that could be used to dig it out. One of our warriors handed over a tactical switchblade that all of our warriors carried. Silver was a werewolf’s weakness. Well, one of them. If a silver bullet was shot into the wolf form, it’d make it impossible for it to shift back to human form because the silver blocked the magic of the shift. My fingers ran through Reika’s fur as I attempted to comfort her. Titan was purring to her through the link, wanting to also comfort her. I had no idea who shot her, but they’d die by my hands.

Killian was not just a wolf; he was a force of nature, cunning and brutal. He lashed out, his massive paw striking my chest and throwing me back. I crashed into the snow, the air knocked from my lungs as pain radiated through my ribs. Silver growled in frustration as I pushed myself back to my feet. “You’ll have to do better than that,” he sneered, blood dripping from the wounds I’d managed to land earlier. “You’re strong, but not strong enough. Not for me.” Silver snarled, the sound tearing from my throat as I charged again, our movements a blur of fury. I aimed for his throat, teeth snapping, but he twisted at the last moment, his shoulder crashing into me and sending me

The guards moved. Rex crashed into them from the side, claws ripping through flesh that didn’t bleed. Luna shattered one’s spine against the wall; it kept moving anyway, head dangling uselessly. Then.... My body snapped forward. I didn’t choose the movement. I didn’t think. My wolves took over. Sound vanished. Colour dimmed. The hallway stretched like a dream tunnel collapsing into itself. And then.... Silver exploded from my palms. Not fire. Not lightning. Something between. Pure devourer energy.

I felt my knees almost give. But I held my head up high. His chest rose and fell, each breath loud with power. His frame stretched broad, defined. Taller than I remembered. His silver fur shimmered under the blood mist, but unlike mine, his eyes burned red. Wild. Dangerous. Devastation incarnate. My eyes glowed blue, like the quiet under a storm. His? His were the thunder. We were both Silver Wolves now, no doubt. But if I were the symbol of hope, then Casper was something else entirely. Something divine and violent. Something no enemy would want to see on the battlefield.

Other abilities I discovered were the ability to control elements such as air, water, fire, earth, and so on. Then on my sixteenth birthday, I developed physical enhancement like Mother did. I completely changed into a younger version of my mother. Oh, also, my Lycan is pure silver like Mother's; the only difference is mother's other half is a wolf, while mine is Lycan, but both are pure silver. I don't know why all these were passed down to me if mother, according to father, has fulfilled what was predestined of her, which landed her in a comatose state for years.

Cadogen rolled his eyes. “The same thing.” Kael stood with his hands fisted at his side. For a moment those fists were my mothers fists. My mothers fists were coming at my face. I shook my head “We are not the same. We are different species.” Kael’s chest was heaving. Cadogen stood gracefully. “Both have magical powers, both live in magical lands, both have pointy ears.” Cadogen gestured toward Kael's ears. Which I hadn’t noticed before. His ears were short pointed like a dagger. They accentuated his sharp features. That must be why I hadn’t noticed them before. Power started to bubble around Kael’s hands. I scooted my chair back trying to get away from him. The chair made an awful scraping

Sparks of red, silver, black, and crimson light lit up the forest like a storm of stars. "You..." On the moon... not possible!""It hissed. "No one can bring the past, present, and bonds together." "But you..." "I AM THE SILVER HEART!" I yelled, and Silver Heart burnt with strength, loyalty, and power."And this moment is the cause of all the lives I've lived!" The broken part of me shook along with the Silver Heart, the True End, the Shadowed Moon, and the sounds of my past. Sparks of molten energy hit shadows, twisting wildly before starting to beat to my heartbeat. The Wraith's attack stopped slowly, but a scary warning stayed: