Forever Red Power Ranger Novels & Stories

Last time, not wearing had cost you your life. "Alina, slow down," Pranit mumbled, pressing his hands on the belt to save himself. "Slow down. I don't like racing cars. You're not even wearing a belt." Hesitating, I lightened the weight on the race and slow down the speed to his liking. Kabir loved racing his cars because they were made for it. "So that was your boyfriend." "Ex-boyfriend," I corrected.

" You know what it is?" I just looked at his dazzling eyes, I don't know what it was for. " What's with red strings?" He tied it first to his pinky fingers after he tied it to himself, he got mine and he started to tie it. " It is the Red​ String of Fate, if we die soon. You and I will meet again in our next life" He beamed a smile and I just got teary eyed. After Articus kissed me, someone's force opened the door. We heard a crash downstairs and I started to tighten my hug to Articus. We tried to don't make any noise but we heard the footsteps it's going upstairs.

This was peak fantasy and a continuous stream of bad luck drowning me like a huge river of exhaustion. Thinking for a minute, I decided to call Kai, because looking at how there was not even a single soul in the parking lot and me having absolutely no strength to walk back to the main office to ask for help, calling my driver was the best suited option in that moment. But right when I took my phone out my pocket, I saw my phone looking like a silent dead corpse. Just a big black screen in my hand, looking lifeless and I realised how I had forgotten to charge my phone in the office. “What the actual shit!” I cursed under my breath.

There was no reversing the fact that everyone was now infected. If Neil was going to hell, at least he wouldn't be going alone. The realization brought a look of twisted satisfaction to his face. His expression only fueled the other classmates' anger. Hatred burned in their eyes as if they wanted to tear him apart with their bare hands. Cherry stepped forward, her face twisted in fury. She pulled out a knife from behind her back and drove it straight into Neil. The look she wore was identical to the one she had on when she strangled me to death in my past life.

I look up to see a red Peach . Red in furry . "What . The . Fuck . Is . He . Doing . Here ?" "Ummm ...the...heeee... umm " I stutter . She looks at him and he looks at her . "Out " she commands. "Excuse me ? That's my girl right there ...i will stay with her all time , you can't do anything about it " I blushed Oh shit . "Uuurrggghhh ....but its Anna and My time " She wined in anger .

Unlike the rest of my siblings, my birth has never been celebrated. I know that at five foot ten inches I’m on the small side for an alpha, where the average height is six foot to six foot two inches, but I am not tiny. When I’m in my best condition I’m a stocky but muscular two hundred and twenty pounds. I’ve been to three packs since I’ve started the program. All three packs sent everyone in Red Fang home after only three months and anyone that gets booted early has to wait for the next run to start. Every run is a total of six months with some prospects hopping from one pack to the next for eighteen months before returning home. To my knowledge that has never happened to a Red Fang warri

They instead replaced them with the colors of the Ravens - a matte black with hues of blues and greens and purple under the right angles. All of them still had the shield and machine pistol combo, except Raijin had an Unranked Multi-beam Plasmacutter on her shoulder. It was purely utilitarian and industrial in nature, but she wasn’t there to fight in the first place. Max on the other hand, had a C-ranked Ragnarok Armaments Grenade Launcher. It was simple, effective, and devastating. “Want us to bring down the pain?” asked T-Rex. “‘Coz we can. And we want to. Nothing crazy.”

Not only did we make it to the end of the case, but we kept our red alive and it's stronger than ever. He pulls me into a hug and I rest my head on his chest, closing my eyes and listening to his heart beat. I know his world isn’t normal, but neither is mine. Hell, the Adair’s don’t back down from anything, and no matter what happens, I’ll stand with him shoulder to shoulder ready to take on the battles. There’s no one I’d rather fight beside and there’s no one I’d rather love for the rest of my life.

Weston simply shakes his head with this stupid smirk not leaving his face. Millan rolls his eyes. Whatever. He’ll find out I’m a crappy omega soon enough anyway, he concludes. “Fine.” Millan averts Weston’s eyes focusing on the white sheets instead. He speaks as fast as he wants this moment to be over with. “Red means ‘don’t go back’ and green means ‘you probably won’t get killed if you really have to go back’. Although the X means it’s preferable to move on.” Weston’s smile disappears and Millan's gaze is tearing a hole in the sheets.

Even though I couldn't have her, it was enough that I could glance at her from a distance. Yet later, I gradually realized that Luna seemed like a fine choice, too. She was attentive and dynamic. She never threw a tantrum and even did everything by herself in the decoration of our new house. At night, she lay on my shoulder and thought of our future lives. She told me that judging by how this year was the ninth year she had loved me, it proved that our relationship could last forever.