Golden Power Ranger Ninja Steel Novels & Stories

Her fingers fumbled several times, but she was determined to do it herself, afraid he might try to help her again. When she turned back to face him, he still hadn't spoken. Instead, he removed his waterproof jacket and draped it over Riley. Underneath, he wore a black hoodie adorned with a unique golden emblem on the left chest—a crescent moon and a droplet shimmering faintly in the dim light. At that moment, everything became clear to Riley. The golden moon and the golden droplet of blood symbolized the Golden Blood Pack, one of the world's most renowned packs, led by Eash's father.

As they rounded a corner, a massive figure stepped into their path—a guard clad in advanced tactical armor, a heavy machine gun in his hands. “Down!” Damian yelled, pushing Sage behind a crate as the guard opened fire. Bullets tore through the air, sparks flying as they ricocheted off the walls. Damian and Maya returned fire, but the guard’s armor absorbed the brunt of their shots. “This guy’s a tank!” Maya growled. Sage’s mind raced. The guard’s visor glowed faintly, a sign of the thermal optics integrated into his helmet. She spotted a ventilation panel above his head, the faint hiss of pressurized gas escaping from it.

The warm silver pressed on my skin cut deeper than anticipated. Our palms met, blood mingling. A surge of power moved through my body like lightning. Nyra rumbled. Silver light burst out from our joined hands, brighter than the flames, brighter than the stars. It pulsed twice before disappearing, leaving us both breathless. Raven stepped back quickly, staring at his palm as it healed at a fast speed. The cut sealed instantly, leaving only a thin silver line. “Interesting,” he murmured. “What just happened?” I asked, glancing at my own palm that healed immediately.

“Ayu, sit here, don’t just stand there,” said Jinu, patting the empty spot on the sofa beside him. His face looked so warm, his smile gentle, totally different from the rough biker-gang vibe I had always imagined. “I … thanks.” I carefully sat down, still jittery inside, but at least relieved I could finally take a breath. While sitting there, my thoughts started spinning again. What kind of gang was this, really? From Arum’s stories, Garuda Steel was supposed to be brutal, never hesitating to pick fights with anyone who dared cross them.

They obeyed, trembling, whimpering, and stumbling over each other as they sank into their chairs. One by one, Lupercus strapped them in with thick silver cuffs on their wrists and ankles. "Gross," he muttered. "Y'all smell like a septic tank fucked a corpse." He took the seat across from me with a little sigh, folding one leg over the other like we were about to have afternoon tea. I picked up a Thornsteel knife. Using a silver-coated knife would be a mercy, they would heal, albeit painfully, but Thornsteel? Its metallic tendrils burrow into flesh and hook into the nervous system. It physically connects to the pain centers and pulses with agony. It's not something everyone knew, just the roy

I reacted. I wrapped the warm silver links around my palm, the heat searing into my skin like a brand. I slammed my own sovereign gold—my rage, my will, the fire I’d used to survive five years of drowning—into the circuit. The gold static met the crimson possession in a violent jolt. Leo gasped, his body arching as I grounded the ancient frequency through my own nerves. "Breathe, Leo!" I roared. Leo blinked. The gold embers returned to sapphire as he snapped back from the abyss.

Jason has managed to grab one of the normal shields and he is swinging it like crazy. That doesn't stop him from looking in my direction, and giving me a small eye roll. We both hate each other's guts. Is that going to change any time soon? No. I look up to see if Cassian notices. He isn't even looking at me. He immediately makes a run across the room, and I cover him with the energy that is suddenly blasting out of my hands. There is energy humming through my veins again, and I watch as the golden energy blasts through their bodies, and they land on the floor like molten iron. The same effect that the silver has on the werewolves.

RING AROUND THE BODIES “Dad?" Both Jake and Aaron froze at the sound of the voice. Jake looked up from the bin where his face was buried, to the door leading to the back of the room. "Dad, what's the commotion about?” the voice came again as the door slowly creaked open. Aaron's hand gripped his gun tight as the metal barrier swung open, revealing a young guy standing behind it. He had a bandage wrapped around his head, the white stained red at the side.

"Don't touch it! It will destroy your hands! Moana!" "Hold still!" I screamed through my gritted teeth, my tears freezing on my cheeks as I pulled against the heavy net. The gold light in my vision flared brighter, blinding me, consuming everything. It wasn't just coming from my eyes anymore; it was erupting from the red burn mark on my chest—the rejection mark. The golden energy traveled down my arms, pouring directly into the silver net. The metal began to glow, not with the cold, toxic white of silver, but with the deep, ancient gold of the sacred bond.

The doctor deadpanned. Cronus sat up, "Did you just say rhodium? Morgan silver!?" "Yes." The wolf alpha recoiled visibly. Rhodium is the most dangerous metal to a werewolf and morgan silver is deadly when it comes in contact with a werewolf's skin. Rhodium weakens a werewolf so much while morgan silver can kill them. He was almost feeling pity for the Alpha King. Almost. But still... "Look, I don't want to get involved with you all ever again. I try to pretend twenty years ago never happened. Let's leave it that way." Cronus declared.