Wild Force Silver Ranger Novels & Stories

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.

Richard wonders aloud, his brow furrowed confused. Silver shakes her head, her eyes filled with anguish. “I don't know, but… but it's like something took over me, something dark and… and powerful,” she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper. I reach out to take her hand, offering what little comfort I can in the face of such uncertainty. “We'll figure this out, Silver. Whatever's going on, we'll find a way to stop it,” I assure her, determination burning bright in my eyes.

That can't be real silver though, right? Within seconds, he opens his eyes and we're heading home. I can feel a big difference in his aura, which only makes sense if that is really silver. Only wolfsbane can kill us, but silver is excruciatingly painful and weakens our wolves. We only use it on rogues and other prisoners so they can't shift. We drive in silence for what seems like an eternity before he speaks again. "Did you get to eat?" he asks quietly. Oh hell no. He won't get away with not talking about this.

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.

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.

Tyr picked up one dagger, making sure he’s holding the leather part of it – careful not to touch the silver. “Looks familiar?” his deep voice softly uttered. Zane’s brows slightly creased and immediately gasped when he remembered something. “Oh! I saw that from the first one we saw. So, are you using that to kill the rogues?” “We hunt them, but we don’t kill. Silver inflicts wounds in werewolves. I guess you know why we use this.” Tyr swiftly turned the sharp edge towards him and let Zane hold the dagger. “Because silver is the Luna’s metal,” Zane recalled from the book he read.

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.

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.