Gondor Ranger Novels & Stories

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."

Kylo said. The five of them left the building. Yara can't stopped herself from drooling because of the cars of her bosses. Buster rode his Audi A4. Kylo is with his Volvo S90. Kairo rode his Ford Ranger Raptor. And Kenzo his BMW Z4. She rode at Kenzo's car because he pulled her and insisted that she should be with her because he's a good driver leaving his friends dumbfounded.

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.

Elf waiters made red moon inn unique. He held up the tiny shots to our faces with creepy smile. "No thanks, but we don't drink." Gwen declined politely. I quickly took a shot and downed it. Take one Gwen, it's a criteria for going through the door." I lied. The door was guarded by yet another pair of wolves. They were both huge. One of them had a scar running from across his left eye to his chin."I..I had no idea." She said. She was quite flustered as she complied and took a drink the elf handed out to her. Reluctantly she downed the bitter liquid and popped the cup back on the tray. I winked at the elf, he beamed slightly at me in return as he left.

Fur sprouted from his skin and the bone snapping could be heard from the other side of the field. Grendal was a powerful Druid, a shifter like us, like Aerin had explained to me. Behind Selmor stood a giant bear ready to tear him apart. The orb in Selmor’s hands glowed and Grendal attacked, before Selmor had even the opportunity to use his last resort.

“Three. Maybe four, moving together.” Thorne straightened, his expression grim. “Scouts.” Raven’s jaw tightened, the wind lifting her hair as she stood. “The Wraith’s scouts.” The forest fell silent around them, the distant call of a hawk echoing above, the world holding its breath. Ragnar emerged from the treeline, his gray eyes taking in the tracks with a single glance before flicking to Raven. “They’re testing our borders.” “They won’t find us unprepared,” Raven replied, her voice quiet but edged with steel.