Golden Power Ranger Ninja Steel Novels & Stories

Kaelen’s eyes widened in real fear for the first time. “You can’t,” he rasped. “That power—without fracture—without sacrifice—” “I sacrificed,” Gunner said calmly. “I just didn’t sacrifice her.” He pressed his palm harder into the stone. The circle flared—not red, not black—but deep earthen gold, the color of forged resolve. Pain lanced through me. I cried out, instinctively reaching for him. Gunner looked up instantly. “Zorya—” “I’m here,” I gasped. “Don’t stop.”

“But I hear she is wolfless. How then can your wolf be drawn to hers?” I met his gaze steadily, refusing to waver. “I’m led to believe her situation is temporary,” I replied. “She is a Golden Luna, after all. The lateness of her wolf—it’s merely an eccentricity. One I hope to rectify and utilize for our benefit. As my pack seeks to rise again, I hope we can continue to count Pack Darthrow as our firm allies.”

blue is really his colour. “I've shared the file with you. Look through it and find your partner.” I watch as he turns to the white board, raises his hand and starts writing something down. The fabric at his wrist slips away, revealing the small gold watch he wears there and more expanse of delicious skin. I really have to get myself together. I open my phone, d******d the file and skim through. Jackson, there it is. Paired with a McShaw. Who's McShaw?

Chapter 39:Veins of Steel My fingers hovered over the trackpad as the final animation rendered on screen. The jewelry campaign had transformed from concept to living pulse — silver threads weaving through deep indigo like veins of quiet power. Priya leaned over my shoulder, eyes wide. “This is going to blow them away,” she said. “They wanted elegant. You gave them *dangerous*.” I saved the file and exhaled. For the first time in weeks, the work felt like armor instead of escape. “Send the deck. Let’s see if they’re brave enough to run with it.”

She felt Nolan’s body tensed. “Something is wrong,” he muttered into his earpiece. No kidding. But nobody slowed down. The Steel Vipers rolled in hard, with all their allies. Bikes fanned out in a tight formation, trucks sealed off the rear, and every single rider was armed to the teeth. They stormed Pier 17. The attack hit instantly. A gunshot cracked through the air. Then another. Then a full rain of bullets. Gunfire exploded from the tops of shipping boxes. Shadows came alive with men firing rifles. Bullets sparked off metal and tore up the pavement.

the computer voice droned. Four silver soldiers slid out from a nearby building. They didn’t walk—they rolled, fast, on wheels built into their feet. Their glass faces caught the starlight. “I’ve got them!” Raven shouted, leaping forward. Her arms, laced with gold wires, moved faster than thought. She didn’t stab—she just pressed a hand to the first soldier’s chest. The silver armor melted away, spilling off like water. Underneath was a guy in a t-shirt, blinking in shock.

he said and handed me a file. “Okay. Track down Diamond next.” I said as I went through the file. “Boss, your weapons and armor are ready. Black painted Desert Eagles with black bullets. Black spandex and mask made from mithril ore. Your sword were also infused with adamantium and mithril ore making it extremely durable even against M60 machine guns. We have carefully collected 10 black roses. Everything is ready for your departure.” Starlet said. He acts my right hand man and he commands respect in the KWE organization.

Dragonsteel. I cursed under my breath. “This isn’t scrap metal. It’s armor-grade. Weaponized. The kind my family makes.” Nora’s jaw tightened as she skimmed the page, her fingers brushing the ink. “Delivered to… gods. To rival packs. Hawthorne rivals. Your family’s enemies.” She looked up at me, firelight catching the sharp edge of her cheekbone. “Caelum, this isn’t random theft. Someone’s routing shipments straight to those who would burn you.”

“Spread five paces apart.” They moved farther into the clearing. Then the ranger at the front raised his spear. “General. Something here.” Rowan and Azeriel rushed over. The ranger pointed at a patch of snow. A metallic glint peeked through the white. Azeriel bent down and pushed the snow aside. A shard, small and triangular, sat in the center. It was made from dark northern metal but the surface flickered faintly with reddish light, like a stolen flame trapped inside.

I commanded, my voice dropping into that chilling, double-toned sovereign resonance that made the brass floor beneath our boots vibrate. I lunged forward, my crimson pupils ringed by liquid gold flaring with an ancient intensity. The moment my combat boots slammed onto the metal floor, the royal hybrid power in my blood exploded. The iridescent golden-red aura flared outward in a massive, blinding shockwave of raw thermal energy. But the moment the heat hit the sentinel's brass chassis, the gold runes along its armor flared, siphoning the thermal wave directly into its core, leaving my fire completely snuffed out.