Black Jungle Fury Ranger Novels & Stories

Water sprayed high from puddles as the tires spun fast. His face was tight with concentration. "Fuck." He couldn't pull his weapon at first because he was focused on driving carefully. But as the chase intensified on a clearer stretch of road, Tarzan reached under his jacket with his bloodied left hand, drew his pistol, and twisted in the seat. He fired back through the shattered rear window — **BANG! BANG!** — aiming straight for the lead pursuer's driver. The shots found their mark. The driver slumped, and the black car veered wildly before smashing into a divider.

He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life. Maybe it’s him….. My curiosity got best out of me and I found myself walking to the man. I with hushed steps walked closer to him. The man was looking at the grave and was unaware of my approaching hushed footsteps. As I was 3 steps away from him he suddenly turned with speed of tornado and a cold metal touched my forehead. My eyes widened. It was him….James Russo….but my eyes didn’t widened on him seeing here but on what was in his hand that he was pointing on my forehead.

My eyes burn with tears I refuse to let fall. “No!” I scream. “GET OFF ME!” And then—he’s gone. One second he’s pinning me to the tree, the next he’s ripped away like a ragdoll, thrown hard against the forest floor. He lets out a strangled grunt as he crashes into the dirt, and before I can even breathe, another figure barrels into him. It's Daniel. Fury radiates off him in waves. His eyes are glowing, golden and wild, and his growl is so deep it vibrates through my bones. He’s on the rogue in a flash, fists slamming into the bastard over and over.

It’s so dark yet I can clearly see the surroundings. I unbuckled my seatbelt and get the black carrier bag beside me. I don’t need to change my clothes and just push the small button of my personalized wristwatch. My normal clothes change into my favorite leather black fighting suit. I just put on a camping jacket and never forget to insert my favorite set of silver daggers and other personalized weapons. I put the backpack on and when I finished checking my needs I open the car door and move outside inhaling the scent of forest trees. “Hm. Guess I need to walk inside, huh.” I started walking and was excited to discover what’s inside of this village.

I shouted, pulling Dren with one hand and signaling Warren and Mara with the other. The clearing erupted behind us as another bolt sliced through the dark, hitting a tree so close the bark exploded outward in a shower of dust. The ranger was still firing — hidden, precise, unpredictable. His presence threw the Silent Mark into disarray, but it also meant the forest was no longer simply dangerous. It was unknowable.

The one lady that said she recognised me says you will be okay to show your wolf now that you are older. But what she says next puzzles me she says Nora has always known how to handle herself and titan will always protect the one he loves. They then all stand up and say the wagners will be coming with us before the run. We say thank you and all head to the pack house. The women who says she knows me comes up to us and says justice will be served but you have to make the decision if you want the red river pack.

All my concerns directed to only one person, and he was lying unconscious somewhere in the jungle. "The trail stops here." Fear set in my heart once again. Pushing the car door open I got out looking frantically around trying to recall the way. Please, God, help me. The ranger came beside me. "Miss, I have informed my force. They started the search for him. Can you tell me about how he looks?" "6'4, slight stubble, Black hair, black suit... and twenty five years old." "Okay. Miss, I assure you my mates will find him out soon. You should come to the hospital..." he trailed off as I ran.

Xerxes asked, his voice softening slightly. “I did.” Ryker was an Asian, with long black hair and a long scar across the side of his face. He is the beta, the second in command and head of defense for the whole kingdom. “My apologies, I was not here to defend my king when the beast invaded the palace.” He gave a small bow. “Don't bother yourself, I'm almost healed. The scars are still there but that's our nature. What's a wolf without its scars?” He smiled. “You were keeping the borders safe. So tell me, what about my little assignment?”

Bleed and beg for mercy! A piercing pain flashed through my chest. So deep that Fury almost tripped over his own feet. He kicked her, and we felt it! He fucking kicked her right in the ribs! Something snapped, and even Fury`s vision darkened. There was nothing but instinct, sound, and movement. A roar shook through the trees; rage was all I felt. All he felt, the next thing I knew, fresh blood filled my mouth. Flesh tearing, bones breaking between my jaws. Snarling screams and blood. Blinding rage, blood lust, and the need to kill. It was the only thing on his mind, the only thing on mine! I had felt her pain, her pain! He heard her rib break, the pained scream that left her lips before he

He might be looking at his future beta. When it came to battle, actual fighting, Rex got the 'wolf’s share' in the way of brute strength, but had a hard time controlling his rage, and needed an opponent who could help him focus that rage. As a Dark Alpha, Rex got into scraps constantly, losing more than winning , but he kept going.