Forever Red Power Ranger Novels & Stories

That was how I was separated from my family, but how did I end up in the Fangborn pack? “This power, Rhaella,” Mother’s voice dragged me away from my lingering thoughts. “This power took my mate. But how did they get the first power to attack and capture a Crimson in the first place? And how were they able to fight off the most trained guards in FireHeart, defeating and killing them with none of their members dead in sight? How did they survive Xavier’s strength and the forces of the high FireHeart Guards?” Her brows furrowed in confusion as she tried to piece the puzzle together.

Liquid red energy flowed out of the stone, snaking across the floor toward me. It was hot. It was heavy. It was the smell of the packhouse and the taste of the dirt. As the Red Blood hit my skin, I felt a new kind of fire. It wasn't the "Prime-Link" fire of the Architects. It was the **Primal Fire** of the Earth. It was the rage of a billion years of evolution. I stood up. My hair was no longer silver or black; it was the color of a setting sun. My eyes were a deep, predatory crimson.

He’s my big daddy and forever he will be taking care of me. I’m the luckiest girl alive to have someone that loves me enough to help me.

If he'd been pale before, Adrian was the epitome of a Halloween ghost by now. The only thing that told me he was still alive were his eyes. I steeled my heart against the emotions swirling around his eyes and kept going. Rip off the band aid. Rip off the band aid.

He had been struggling the last few days and he vowed to practice eating with his left hand in the future in case something ever happened again, it was frustrating to feel so incompetent. Nettie reached out to catch the fork as well but instead caught hold of his hand, leaving the utensil to fall to the bed unnoticed. Caleb could only stare in shock as his chest constricted and a glowing, pulsing light flashed out from their wrists and a red string appeared coiled form their forearms to their wrists before connecting. He was dimly aware of a gasp from somewhere else in the room but his eyes were locked on the other’s eyes. They both remained motionless, just staring, until the loud blaring o

Ryle calmly asked, raising her brow. “Who are you to question?” Bruce growled. He’s one of our more traditional males who believes that women aren’t made to fight. They are made to be seen and not heard. Ryker bristled at Bruce’s comment. “My name is Ryker RedFang and she,” he pointed to his sister, “is my sister, Ryle RedFang and we are RedFang Defense, your Elite warrior trainers and my sister is your future Luna.” he smirked.

"The same power that lives inside you." Raven stared at Ragnar. "Our souls..." "...found each other again." Selene nodded. "Across centuries." "Across lifetimes." "The Moon Goddess never forgot." The bond between Raven and Ragnar pulsed warmly. It suddenly made sense. Why it had felt so immediate. So inevitable. So ancient. Thorne wiped a hand across his face. "So everything..." "...was always leading here." "I'm afraid so." Kael stepped toward Ragnar. "The Storm and Nightfire were never separate powers."

she gestured to me, "Ananya?" "Yeah, I already know who they are" I beamed taking in every single one of them. "Then tell us who is who" she crossed her arms over her chest. I turned to look directly at the red-dressed dark-haired guy, "This's Tyler, the red ranger," my gaze then went to the girl with a pink jacket and straight back hair, "Shelby, the pink ranger," the guy with a green cap and small eyes, "Riley, the green ranger," my eyes took in the excited form of the guy with messy hair up to his shoulders and his muscle packed biceps, "Koda, blue ranger, " and finally resting on the guy with a white button-up shirt with black pants, "and Ivan, the gold ranger"

Only us. Forever.

“Why worry about someone you believe is powerless and helpless?” Ryker’s jaw tightened. He attacked Ronan with dark energy, throwing him back and causing the remaining walls of the palace to collapse. But Ronan returned instantly, both locked in an intense battle. Ronan could feel it, Ryker’s powers were stronger than they had been nine hundred years ago. Over the centuries, he had made himself faster, more formidable than ever before.