Gondor Ranger Novels & Stories

The projected Transmigration Bureau agents charge and scatter the Ravens attacking close to the ground. Kera either slashes them apart with her overgrown talons or bites them in half with her fangs. Ankou throws a barrage of acidic blood-balls just like a rapid pitching machine. And Yama Ranger, on his creepy steed Nightmare, blasts away with his two six-shooters, a lever-action carbine in his third hand and his portal-opening lasso in his fourth.

From the shadow of the ancient pines, a figure emerged with a silence that defied the roaring gale. It was Soren, the lead guard of the Forest Elves. He moved with the fluid, lethal grace of a predator born to the woods, his leather armor dark and slicked by the rain. His pointed ears were flat against his head to track the sounds of the valley, and his silver-rimmed eyes carried the deep, sorrowful wisdom of a being who had watched kingdoms rise and fall.

Rex knew next to nothing about him, but heard that Tristan is nothing like his father. "This should be interesting." Rex sighed, deciding to make an early night, as they were scheduled to leave in the morning. Taking a deep breath, he laid down and stared at his ceiling thinking about the Blood Amulet and how Makai procured it. He would have to ask his beta about it tomorrow. _--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_ The next morning Rex and his personal guard consisting of Makai and 7 of the highest ranked warriors set out to reach the Council Grounds some 350 miles north of the Sakura territory.

“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.

So what could it mean? Ranger gasped in shock as the relic in his hand suddenly became scorching hot, and he dropped it into the snow. He hissed as he grasped his hand, but when he looked down at the relic, his eyes caught something that he was certain had not been there before; a strange, red symbol that he had not seen for a very long time. Ranger stared down at it with wide eyes as he carefully picked the relic off the ground. The burning surge had faded, and he held the sword up in front of him.

It was built of dense, fragrant ironwood and pine, stacked high and draped in banners of black and silver. As the sun began its slow, bloody descent behind the western ridges, casting the sky in bruised shades of purple and burnt orange, the entire pack made the gruelling trek up the mountain path. I walked beside Ronan. The freezing wind whipped my dark hair wildly around my face, but the massive Enforcer positioned his broad body perfectly to block the worst of the biting cold from hitting me. His calloused hand was wrapped securely around mine, the golden thread of our mate bond pulsing with a steady, grounding rhythm against the crushing weight of the grief in my chest.

“But I can feel something … you are different from the rest of your kind.” Tristan stared at the man, raising an eyebrow. What the hell did he mean by that? Did this man just join the hunters without ever seeing any dragon in his entire life? Silva snapped and showed its razor teeth to intimidate the man, preventing him from taking another step. “I am Rohan,” the hunter told the dragon. His hand found the hilt of his sword, which startled Tristan and Silva. “I said watch, human,” Gondra said just as Tristan was about to walk. “You are only seeing a vision. You can do nothing else but watch.”

Zander approached the guards stationed at the entrance, displaying his loyalty band, which marked him as an emissary of Alpha Darius. The guards, recognizing Zander, nodded respectfully and allowed him to pass through. Zander traversed the familiar paths, his paws carrying him swiftly towards the heart of the Canyon Pack’s settlement. The atmosphere felt different here, imbued with ancient wisdom and tranquility. Upon reaching the Elder’s den, Zander found him seated in a spacious chamber, surrounded by shelves filled with ancient tomes and artifacts. The Elder, a wise and grizzled wolf with silver fur, raised his head as Zander entered, acknowledging his presence with a nod.

another one said. Ragnar stood up from his throne, his eyes still fixed on them. "Gasher," he said, addressing one of the guards. "You will be in charge of this mission.” Gasher looked up, his eyes meeting Ragnar's. "Yes, your highness," he said, his voice firm. Ragnar nodded. "Very well," he said. "May the gods be with you on your journey." The guards rose to their feet, saluting Ragnar before turning to leave. As they walked out of the throne room, their footsteps echoed loudly in the silence. They were determined to succeed in their mission, no matter what obstacles they might face along the way.

Gondor Always remembers! "I must have done some damage to the city then," I said. "Which city?" Kurt asked. "Gondor of cause," I answered. "Well there is no such thing as Gondor, when you unleashed that Tadara the entire city and some of it's surroundings were buried underground," Tomo said. "Everything?" I asked. "Every single thing, there is no evidence that Gondor existed in South Rampa anymore. That was some tremendous power you released there," Tomo said.