Golden Power Ranger Ninja Steel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A familiar deep voice shouted. I turned around to see Zane storming into the room, his golden gaze locked on Carter and me. My heart leapt in my chest as I spotted Paige behind him, followed by Balor. Suddenly an arm wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me against a hard chest; a cold blade rested against my neck, burning into my skin. Silver one of the only metals able to cut out skin and stop us from healing. In bullet form, it was deadly. "Come any closer, and I'll slit her throat," Carter shouted, pulling me tighter against him. Zane immediately stopped. Paige cursed behind him; a gun clutched in her hand.

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.

My grave if the math didn't hold. Ga-chi. Ga-chi. The grinding in my neck had synchronized with the rhythmic hum of the city’s reactor. I stepped out of the vehicle, hauling Leo against my side. My left arm—the solid, bone-white quartz limb—wept liquid gold radiance that hissed as it hit the frozen asphalt. The Golden Pack was behind us, a sea of golden eyes flickering in the blizzard, their predatory addiction a physical weight against my spine. They were waiting at the perimeter, held back only by the high-voltage "Red Line" Kael was maintaining from the wires.

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.

] "Okay, convert my earnings from the second world into money, then you can take the money you need then." Akira looked at the big golden wheel that suddenly appeared. It was gigantic and gold. There were different sections on the wheel, some held money, such as $500 and $1, and some held items of clothing such as winter jackets, boots while other places had silver blanks covering them, keeping him from seeing the prizes. The word 'Mystery Prize' was written on the silver covering, but what caught Akira's eyes was a sword. The sword was a deep scarlet red that made it look like it was dripping with blood. It was sharp on both sides, the grip of the sword had scription on it. He instantly fel

Zoe told her teary eyed daughter, who was holding up pretty well for her young age to go through such an agonizing experience. Not even her sextuplet siblings had been subject to this kind of special training and it really sucked when she was the only one left in the forest for the Ninja exam in nothing but a huge unisex shirt, baggy shorts, bare foot and bald with the scalp showing the deep black, inked Dragon tattoo. Basically, she could be easily mistaken as a bald boy on a run. The Dragon in the tattoo had a small pearl between its fangs and that pearl was none other than the powerful ‘Ninja Dragon Stone’ which could trigger wars just to possess it for its immense power.

And in the center, sitting on a throne of solid platinum, was the boss. He was twenty feet tall. A golem made of polished brass and gold plate. His eyes were burning furnaces. BOSS: GRAND TREASURER MIDAS. "INTRUDERS!" the boss roared, its voice a metallic screech that shook the virtual room. "MY GOLD IS MINE ALONE! THE POOR DESERVE TO STARVE!" "Not anymore, tin can!" Tank shouted. "Aggro engaged!" He fired a flare at the boss's face. Midas roared and stepped off the throne, the floor shaking with every step.