Desert Rangers Fallout Novels & Stories

Now it roared awake, and hungry. They reached the ridge, and the land below them was on fire. The village, a simple cluster of cottages and trading posts nestled between the trees, was being consumed. Roofs collapsed inward, sparks leaping toward the treetops. Wolves scattered in every direction… mothers clutching pups, elders coughing through the smoke. And beyond the flames, half-shrouded in morning mist, Silver Fang banners rippled in retreat. “Cowards,” Ryder growled, his voice shaking with fury. His golden eyes burned as he watched their enemies melt into the forest shadows. “They strike and run.”

YNNAH I arrived home completely dumbfounded by what I had just witnessed. I still couldn’t believe my eyes. I had seen things that only existed in fantasy stories and movies—things I never imagined I would encounter in real life. A sky that seemed to open up, emitting a blinding, dazzling light that hurt just to look at. A strange, faint cry echoing in the darkness—the sound of a man suffering in unimaginable pain. Something rushed past me, moving at such incredible speed that I couldn't even identify what it was. And then, behind that massive Narra tree… a single, silky black feather, beautiful and rare, soaked in fresh blood.

THE ULTIMATE TEST Ragnas trembled. It was a cold and dark room. He saw the cold landscape and the titanic peaks and realized that he could easily die here. For the first time in months he was truly alone. No one has been there for the last hundred miles. The lightning disappeared into the distance and into the dark gray clouds towards Fang. He was the last to fall into the snow. The rest are at the distance between isolated peaks. Ragnar didn't know there were so many suitors until he saw all the troops in the cannon. In short, it was more than a point of Thunderhawk Moon. Ragnar believed that the Space Wolf candidates were taken from somewhere other than Russvik and held in several separate

Unable to tell direction with the poisonous fog blocking his view, Darryl felt more helpless than ever. What he didn't realize at the time was that he was trapped in the most dangerous area of the Wild Deserted Secret Region, named as the Valley of Death by the Raksasa Tribe.

My guess is that Amanda told him he’s not allowed to return without me. So, let’s get on with this then. I take Ryatt’s hand then Granger’s. Westfall snaps his fingers at the scouts, and they walk away without a passing glance in our directions. “I’ve never seen a desert before,” I say. Ryatt gives me his cocky smile before the world spins then goes black. ***

A deafening roar shook the entire canyon system as the overhanging cliff collapsed, burying the cultist vanguard beneath a mountain of fallen rock and raising a massive cloud of red dust that blotted out the stars. The primary exit to the Western Wastes was completely sealed shut. Dom landed heavily near the entrance of the gorge, panting for breath as his platinum blades slowly dimmed. High above, Nora slid down a gravel slope, landing gracefully beside him with her rapier drawn, her hazel eyes scanning the rising dust cloud. From the other side of the massive rock wall, muffled shouts of rage and frustrated howls echoed through the fallen stone, but the army’s advance was officially halted

He wanted to work as a plain human, living on his salary. The car jumped through several massifs and then reached the real desert in the peripheral area. The endless yellow sand blocked all the passages to the core region of the rogues’ territory. Only the one who got the secret map could make it to the rogue’s magic city. Ragnar stepped on the brake and then got out of the car. It was almost in the middle of the day now. The wind was wild. And the sand was swirling. But the sky got even cloudier, suggesting there might be a terrible sandstorm coming close.

Right now I was on the twentieth stair trying to calm my uneven breathing. Dylan whizzed past us, calling out for Armando. "Uncle Army, uncle Army...we're here to take Angie home." he beamed. "Dylan honey, slow down." I called after him shaking my head in disapproval. But my calls went unanswered as he continued to waltz up the stairs. "He never listens!" I groaned raising my hands in the air. "Then I will discipline him." Leo stated in a deep, low voice from behind me startling me and could not help but let out a yelp.

"Before I kill you." "Rush Balista, Leader of the Hunter Warrior Clan." He smiled as he took a step forward. "Now, you... are... mine." He leaped for me, but I grabbed him by the collar and threw him through the sliding glass doors. Glass crashed outward with him, splintering into the living room as Rush fell backward off the balcony, followed by his partner. They both flailed their arms and legs in the air as they fell hard onto the grassy courtyard. They got up, and then other members of Nightshade saw us and pointed up. They started climbing the side of the Compound, headed toward us, roaches crawling after fresh meat.

Chapter 131: Epilogue It was a crisp fall day as the new black Range Rover made its way carefully through the narrow lanes, coming to a stop at the base of a hill. The deep cerulean sky was accented by the vibrant scarlets, pumpkins, and golds of autumn leaves. Bobby shifted into 'Park' and looked over at Maggie. She chewed her lip anxiously. "I won't be long." "Take your time, cher." He smiled at her reassuringly. "We're not in any hurry."