Desert Rangers Fallout Novels & Stories

Tarantino inserted his noise dampener ear plugs and ordered the tanks to open fire. Before him, the soldiers raised their weapons and took aim but their fingers were outside of the trigger guards yet. The armored columns opened fire simultaneously; the noise lost in the echoes of the desert. He watched as the rounds assailed the air and landed at the advancing ranks. Pillars of sand rose as the rounds hit or missed their targets. A domino effect of sporadic explosion could be seen far ahead, clearing out the first screen of attackers at the eastern part of the attacking theatre.

There was something big moving amongst the sand. Ryan stood straight, "seeing this, I think your moniker is well deserved." The Scorpion King opened its month and black sand gushed out of it like a river. A sea of sand was created that was less than half of Milton's instant desert. Both sand mages and their respective deserts floated thousands of feet above the ground. "Not a stray grain of sand, you mana control is truly impressive for a youngster. However, our level difference and the quality of our mana will dictate the outcome of this battle."

If neither Matheus nor Darowe returned by midday, then he would go out to search for Rowan himself, and there was someone out there with her he would not be so forgiving toward if anything happened to his sister. Somewhere in the wilderness, a strange sensation suddenly sparked in the depths of Ranger’s mind as he lay awake in restlessness. After the battle for the Citadel had ended, and the Domineers under the younger Morenno brother had been defeated, Ranger retreated north and fixed a shelter for himself inside a small cave on the side of the mountains.

“Two wolves were spotted fleeing, and there are clothing remnants left from their shifting. Won’t take us too long to track them down. Just some vandalism, not much damage done.” The group made their way outside and assessed the situation. A few more broken windows and some of the landscaped gardens had been ripped up. Nothing too serious. As they reached the side of the packhouse, they saw graffiti scrawled on the walls: DE-MERGE NOW! “This is all we need,” sighed Lucas, rubbing his temples. “Disappearing Gammas, night time attacks, internal division. Can we just have a week where nothing fucking happens?” Dane gulped. Should he have brought the incident from warrior training to the Alpha’s

****** The rain followed Elara like a curse. It chased her across the city, drumming against the windshield in relentless waves, blurring the roads until everything around her looked like watercolor bleeding into darkness. She kept both hands on the wheel, knuckles white, heart pounding in rhythm with the storm. She didn’t stop driving until the entrance of the safe-house parking garage appeared An underground space beneath a modest apartment building in a quieter district. Nothing fancy. Nothing traceable to Damien. It wasn’t much, but it was hers. At least… for now.

Talia lunged toward the nearest wolf with a grizzly snarl, muscles rippling beneath her fur. The forest exploded with motion—leaves whipping, earth scattering under her paws as she slammed into Bradly's side with bone-rattling force. Her teeth snapped inches from his muzzle, hot breath steaming in the cold air. The old wolf snarled back, a low, guttural sound that trembled between fear and defiance. It was enough to spark a fresh surge of rage through her.

After Talia left, I ignored the pain in my face and sent the report to my superiors. I then hailed a taxi and headed straight for Bareyard Village. I had to personally get Richard out of there and make sure he was safe. Just as the car started moving, my supervisor, David Wagner, called. His tone was sharp. "Joshua, what the hell are you doing? What kind of report did you just submit? A dormant volcano erupting?" My heart sank, and I quickly explained, "Mr. Wagner, it's real—"

“Alright, stop sulking. I’ll book the tickets later. The flight is 10 o’clock in the morning. We’ll go together.” “You’re wrong!” I yanked my hand free and mercilessly shattered his fantasy. "I'm not going to Artarca with you. I'm heading to the Capital City. Besides, my hearing has been restored for a while now." The smug smile on Joel’s face faded.

The bag my mother had packed was getting heavier and heavier with each step. The talking was helping keep my fear of the forest at bay, but now, in the silence, the hooting and howling were getting to me. I rushed up to join Kent. I mean if I was stuck in the Unclaimed Forest with anyone, I would pick the most powerful Alpha. As I ran up to him, I must have stepped into some slippery mud because instead of landing next to him, I slammed into his back. In order to make sure he didn’t fall, he twisted to face me, caught me by my waist and kept me from eating mud. His touch was again warm.

“But you’ll eventually thank me for letting you go free instead of doing what I want.” Sighing, I take a drag of the cigarette I hold between my fingers before looking up at the roof above me. “You can come out now.” I call out to the darkness where I know my brother’s lackey is hiding. “Or would you rather I make you come out?” As I speak, I reach behind me and pull my gun from its holster and point, but before I can pull the trigger, a laugh erupts from the shadows. “Impatient as always.” Ryu chuckles, spreading his large, black, feathery wings and then dropping to the ground in front of me. “Haven’t I told you that you need to work on that?”