Female Green Rangers Novels & Stories

We had slowly edged away, lucky that they had been far too engrossed to even notice us. Theon now signalled us to stop and we all froze, making sure to keep our heartbeats calm. The sound of laughter reached me, and I peered out through the trees, only to spot two young Naga females, giggling and chattering as they talked in snake tongue. They were barely older than twelve. From the waist up they looked entirely human, save for their green-hued skin. They wore black shirts. One had long hair, and the other had short hair. But it was their laughter that made me think that they were not entirely monsters, not yet.

Zara bowed as she realised who I was - this was going to take some getting used to. “My lady, it would be an honour to train you.” she said, whipping off her mask to reveal features I didn’t expect. Her face was delicate, eyes large and startlingly green and her lips were a sultry shade of red. I had the suspicion that her body was equally alluring, even though it was hidden under the protective gear she wore. Ally thanked Zara and said that we would be back as soon as I had chosen a weapon, then she dragged me into a room at the back of the room.

I love them, all three of them with everything in me and I don’t even know if it’s real. She raises her arm in a flowy pattern. I can see she’s going to cast like she’s moving in slow motion. Something about the movement is familiar, but I don’t know why. I’m mesmerized by the dance and the swirls of color in the air in front of her. No, not colors, just one color, green. Everything with her has been green. Her dress is made of a long and heavy green fabric with runes inlaid in a deeper green shade. It’s almost as if they were branded into the fabric.

She had a reputation for her exceptional skills in cracking safes and her ability to vanish without a trace. On the other hand, the second girl, named Emma, was shorter and had a more petite frame. She had fiery red hair that fell in loose curls around her face. Her emerald green eyes sparkled with a mix of intelligence and a touch of danger. She had a mysterious air about her, as if she held secrets that she would never reveal. She had a reputation for being a skilled hacker and had been involved in various cybercrimes. Her ability to manipulate technology and exploit security systems made her a formidable adversary.

I had no idea why, but her flashing eyes and the glow of her hair told me she wasn’t going to back down, even though her cowlick was worse than ever, no matter how long she kept her head under a hat. Between a regimen of potions and more rest, she had regained most of her strength and started to put on a bit more weight. Nora was going to leave the day after Ginevra’s birthday so she could be the pink ranger to Quillan’s red. Matt had been made the white ranger for some reason, and I was green at Ginevra’s insistence. I knew nothing about the Power Rangers, but seeing how happy Quillan was made it inconsequential, honestly.

"You didn't see it? My dragon was green. Green has eaten all the red. I'm dying and you'll need to make plans to return home after I'm gone." The woman's grin turns into a full smile, which I don't understand. "I'm sorry to disappoint you but it's not just your dragon who's green." I swear my eyes bug from my face. I lift my human arms and the revulsion moves into another dimension. I am green. Fucking green. My gaze shifts to the woman and I stare back in horror.

Yes, I’m not above using tricks though I have a feeling she knows what I’m doing but she still chooses to humor me. “Since we were kids,” my eyes widened at that and she laughed. Her laugh is really nice. Her hand goes to her hair and she pulls it out of its ponytail, letting the black strands cascade down her back. She is the only female warrior I’ve seen with long hair. She said just because she likes fighting doesn’t mean she can’t be girly. I think I fell a little in love with her after she said that. “Wow,” I chuckle. “That’s very long.” She nods agreeing with me. She looks no older than twenty five, her bright green eyes remind me of lush green trees. She is very beautiful and her fier

He was seeing the ultimate betrayal of his own work. "Panni..." she said, her voice an exact, haunting duplicate of mine. She turned the chair around. She looked exactly like me. But where my skin was warm and flushed from the morning, hers was the translucent white of the deep sea. And her eyes... her eyes weren't amber or brown. They were the same toxic, glowing green as the ring on my finger. She stood up, her movements fluid and predatory. She walked toward Jinyan, ignoring me entirely. She reached out a hand—a hand that bore the exact same silver ring as mine—and touched his cheek.

Gwen growled as her eyes dangerously flashed all of the different colours, making Pete and the fates equally shocked. "We are here to fight in your stead, so don't think we'll do what you ask us to. We will work on our own will for the benefit of this world. We aren't here to protect only gods, goddesses, and deities but even the weaker ones." Gwen scoffed and walked away without fear when she felt a force pulling her back and attempting to throw her across the area. She smirked and clenched her fists as her eyes flashed emerald green and instead of her being thrown across, she sent the attack back and watched as the fates landed on the farther right crashing into the ground and hitting a bi

With mild brown hair pulled up in a ponytail, a tall, skinny woman with a notepad in her thin hand, wearing a shabby navy blue coat which emitted her confidence perfectly. "Welcome to the world of power rangers!" she beamed clutching her notepad. "What?" I croaked out surprised by my own weak voice. "Yes, you don't know. Well, I am-" "Ms. Morgan?" I asked surprised and alarmed. "How do you know my name?" she asked squinting her perfect wholesome eyebrows. "I am a fan of yours," I said with wide eyes. "How do you-" she narrowed her eyes. "Where are the others? The rangers?" I asked looking around still wide-eyed.