Wild Force Silver Ranger Novels & Stories

She must be involved,’ I asked. ‘No, it’s not her. But I can’t smell anything, so I’m not sure,’ she replied. ‘Why can’t we break free from these chains? We just got our powers back!’ I shouted in frustration. ‘Because those powers are just 1% of our real ones. Astrid, I can’t speak anymore. The Silver is choking me, draining all my energy,’ she gasped in pain. I understood her plight well. Silver was always too fatal for our wolves, making them weaker and lifeless. It hindered their ability to surface and communicate effectively.

"What are you talking about? He’s the King. He’s the strongest wolf in the territory. He’s not going anywhere." Finn stood up and walked to the entrance, checking to make sure no one was listening. When he came back, his voice was even lower. "You know how silver affects us. You felt it. It burns the blood. It stops the healing." "I know," I said, a shiver running down my spine. "It was the worst pain I’ve ever felt."

“I have no idea what he is talking about.” I let out a breath, crossing my arms as I thought. “We have company,” Kaden said and I felt his energy slide over my body, masking my presence. A bunch of wolves bounded past us, heading straight for Silver. Kaden’s hand flew over my mouth before I could warn him. Silver did not even turn around when he flicked his hand. A thin line of water moved so fast behind him and sliced three of the rogues’ necks at once. They dropped to the ground without even realizing what had taken their lives.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

Maybe it would visible to wolf eyes only. I went to my car and wore my sweatshirt and pants. I sat in the car checking my mobile and answering the inbox. Probably my family assume that I was partying with my friends and my friends may assume I was celebrating with my family. Simply it described my world. My father Robert Silver was the gamma of Grey Lake. My brother Ryan Silver took over his place five years back. My uncle James Silver was the alpha of the pack and his elder son, my cousin more like my brother Evan Silver took his position seven years back. Evan's brother Luca and I joined as pack warriors. I turned twenty-two today. I had everything I ever asked for. I don't know how it wou

I sighed. “Why do you try to make me angry?” I asked, sitting up. “I figured only anger can make you unleash the power, and I think I am right; you noticed it, right?” she asked Silver. He sat on the floor, massaging my shoulders. “Yeah, she was quick and light on her feet,” he said. “I have always been a fast runner,” I said. “You were faster; your leg moved in a blur, and when you got angry, your eyes glowed gold; it seems it is your wolf,” he said.

Silver Wolf indeed! He would eat this empty beer can if she turned into a Silver Wolf, he thought, eyeing the can in his hand. Since his back was turned to the door, he didn’t see her coming out at all. When he turned, she had already broken into a gallop and was in the process of leaping at his throat. It was the shock at seeing the Silver Wolf that had him rooted to the spot, petrified and unable to react, he told himself later. It was the shock that had made him drop the can and screw his eyes shut as he felt her paws on his shoulder.

I shove her to the floor at his feet as I hold her spine in my hand, dripping with blood. “Kill them all.” I say through the mind link as I drop her spine to the floor as I shift and tackle Alpha Rodrick to the ground. My claws dig into his chest. I snarl in his face, saliva dripping from my jaws, when I yelp in pain. Turning my head, I see a silver dagger sticking out of my ribs. With a snarl, I rip it out with my teeth. Stupid bastard. I am immune to silver and wolfsbane. I add pressure with my paws as his ribs crack and break when I’m thrown from him. I turn my head and see a small sable coloured wolf with a white patch over her eye helping him up.

She looked at the warriors and said, "He fell without me needing to draw my scimitars." So, that's what it called. "How much more if I did?" She sheathed her scimitars again and instructed Kevin to shift back. Once they were all back in line, she stood in front of them with authority. "Remember, Silver rogues aren't ordinary Rogues or packs. They use silver, which is the most vital cause of werewolves' deaths. You need to be smart when battling against them." "And the next time you question my training, think twice if you can beat me first."

"It's coming. The shatter. I feel the Fenrir rising. True one. Silver. God level. You guys ready?" "Ready," all three echoed, voices overlapping in the chaos. "Damien, your calm. Give me the last of it," I begged. "Ezra, your edge. Kai, your wild spark. Push it all in." "Push done," Damien replied. "Edge yours," Ezra said. "Spark full," Kai added. Light exploded from my neck as the collar cracked loud, pieces flying. Blinding silver filled the valley, washing over everything. My body shifted fast, bones reshaping powerful, fur like liquid metal. The true Silver Fenrir wolf took over, massive and ancient.