Gondor Ranger Novels & Stories

She never gave me a reason and I didn’t push. I quickly pulled off my clothes and leapt into the air. As werewolves could jump really high even in human form, I reached the top of the tree and stashed my clothes, then quickly let my wolf take over so that I was in wolf form before my feet touched the ground. The snapping of bones and deformation didn’t bother me anymore; I’d been transforming since I was fourteen, the normal age most werewolves had their first transformation. I dashed deeper into the woods and sniffed the air. I could smell a mule deer nearby. They were pretty common here in Colorado so there wasn’t much points attached to them, it was five points at most, some bonuses for

He moved so that his hands were resting on the table and he was leaning forward a little more, his eyes never leaving mine as he spoke. "There's a pack of rogues on the western border. They are planning to attack in the early hours of tomorrow morning," I said without so much of a thought. I didn't really want to die and I didn't want anything to interfere with the plans I had put in motion. "I have patrols covering every single border. They haven't spotted anything."Jayson raised an eyebrow at me.

He wanted to see how much trouble they really might be in. Now he was in his element. It was nighttime and the forest was quiet. He quickly followed the ranger's scent trail; it wasn't difficult. The ranger was pumping out massive amounts of fear pheromone and he followed it easily, it was like a giant beacon in the night air. He didn't make a sound running through the forest; his paws always finding that perfect spot that wouldn't crunch when his weight hit.

Hendra screamed, but his men were already stumbling, caught in the sudden seismic tilt of the ground. Bullets zipped through the air, sparking off the obsidian monolith. Rangga didn't flinch. He didn't drop. He sprinted, his body moving with a speed that defied the laws of physics. The amber markings on his chest flared with a blinding, white-hot intensity, acting as a shield—the obsidian density of his skin catching the rounds like a magnet. He reached the monolith. "Rangga!" Arung screamed, diving from his cover to engage the staggering guards.

It had lived through generations. Countless lives. Countless deaths. Countless wars. No wonder its memories felt so ancient. A sudden howl shattered the silence. Not close. Far away. Another answered. Then another. Eryndor immediately turned toward the eastern ridge. "My scouts." One enormous grey wolf burst from the trees seconds later before shifting into human form as he reached them. He dropped to one knee. "They've crossed the river." Eryndor's expression hardened. "How many?" "We counted twelve."

It became clear that Gandor wanted to appear angry, so he huffed and rushed into his bathroom, locking the door behind him. Though I'm leaving his suite, I can't help but giggle. Gandor is eleven years old, but we don't know his exact birth date. He came home after my parents were abroad for a year, visiting each village in the Western Territories to ensure everything was running smoothly. There were packs overrun by rogues, and to understand the situation, they had to visit each one.

Vance had also brought his team of 70 hunters. Several eyes were stuck on Lieutenant Grisha and Secretary Alia and their bulky mounts. Grisha was sitting gracefully on a White Wolf whereas Alia was riding a gray bear. Both of their mounts had a majestic appearance. Vance was also riding a 3 meters tall Komodo Dragon. For the shorter distances, mounts were practically useless since humans with activated chakra could already run at the same speed. However, owning a mount was also a luxury inside the glitch, it also represented power and strength.

He had also sent the same information to Ryley and some other friends who were around as he set on the journey of looking for the threat. Zander shuffled through various places before he stopped at the back gate! "Oh my... Fuck me! What the heck is this!" He murmured. Because there he invented something he had never predicted to find. It was (what he could see) 'An Orc' a bald green disgusting looking monster who had long fangs growing from the bottom of his wide mouth that covered half of his face, his eyes were pure black slant shaped without any whites and two horns on his forehead. Zander was thrilled to see his flat nose bleeding with some violet colour liquid that he assumed as his blo

I roared to Cord and the elite strike team. Cord hauled the massive, three-foot raw iron Anchor onto his shoulder, the heavy chain wrapped around his thick torso. Kael and the six Vanguard elites, wielding the heavy, black Starved Iron polearms, formed a wedge around us. We sprinted directly into the belly of the beast. We ran up the lower slopes of Mount Cinder, our boots crunching over the freshly cooled, jagged pumice the wolf-pack had just frozen. The heat was still staggering, but it was survivable.

Rough, scorching. "Get in, I'll give you a ride back." It was a modified Ford Raptor, its chassis ridiculously high, the whole vehicle a matte black, looking like an armored beast straight off a battlefield. The engine roared as we sped down Route 66. The wind was strong, carrying red dust. Jasper steered with one hand, the other holding a half-smoked cigar, casually resting on the open window. "See that dry river valley over there?" He pointed with his cigar to the red rock walls outside the window.