Galactic Rangers Novels & Stories

She was horrified. “Are you considering his offer?” “Yes.” His voice came directly in front of her. Concern tightened her muscles. “Demi said the Rangers are sent to keep the werewolves and other demons in line. Like some sort of uber enforcer.” “That’s part of the duties.” If she could have seen him, she might have punched him for his cavalier tone. From what little she’d learned from her sister, the Rangers were Dimitri’s private Secret Service and regularly risked their lives at the command of the king. Rhye was supposed to be a scholar. A recluse. A werewolf who was too smart to go around looking for trouble.“It sounds dangerous.”

"What's so funny." She giggled and jumped on the spot. "Your job description—essentially, you're 'Gardeners of the Galaxy.'" "The what of the what?" "That's your role…" Galene cracked up, barely able to speak. "The NIRL. You remove invasive pests and watch your flowers grow. The galaxy is your garden—with blossoming species on each planet. Gardeners… of the… Galaxy." Stralath frowned. "Why do I feel like that's an insult?"

As he continued forward, another sound disrupted the cadence of his ride. The rapid approach of galloping hooves from ahead. A gamma-ranked warrior came riding swiftly toward him, dust rising behind the speeding horse. Upon recognizing Alpha Ragnar, the gamma-ranked warrior immediately pulled on the reins. The horse slowed and came to a controlled stop just a short distance away. In response, Ragnar guided his own horse to a halt. The stallion beneath him obeyed. The gamma-ranked warrior straightened in his saddle and bowed his head slightly in formal respect. “Alpha Ragnar,” he addressed him formally. "Where are Alpha Dax and Alpha Bruno?” The question was delivered with proper decorum.

**GAMMA SITE - RANGER STATION** Devastation. The station’s reinforced door hung off its hinges, twisted metal screaming silent agony. The specialized van Harlan had procured lay on its side, tires shredded, armored panels cratered by heavy-caliber impacts. Smoke, thick and chemical, curled from shattered electronics within. Rain lashed the scene, turning churned earth into bloody mud. Bodies. Three of Harlan’s trusted perimeter guards lay crumpled, expressions frozen in surprise or mid-shout. The violence had been swift, overwhelming, professional.

, and one day he was destined to lead one of those conglomerates to the stars. He saw a lot of wax pirates brought from Russia and elsewhere. For example, there were those who were scattered around Asaheim and went to the gate of Morkai. He began to recognize those who came before him. Sometimes he saw real space wolves in the meditation room. The Gray Warriors returned from a great adventure to a brief silence in the Temple of Fangs before returning to their mission. At a time like this, he wanted nothing more than to join them in the great battles beyond the universe, but deep down he knew the day had a long way to go. Ragnar spoke with the older candidates and learned that it could be yea