Gondor Ranger Novels & Stories

The mysterious wanderer called Ranger had been following him stealthily through the mountains, for no purpose other than to keep an eye on him. Ever since Ranger found himself wandering the mountains of this region, he went wherever his instincts told him to go; and by instincts, he meant the hulk of magic metal he carried on his back. Whatever power was concealed within this sword, Ranger did his best not to question it, as it helped him to survive in the wild all these years and kept him hidden from the prying eyes of his enemies. And just that night, it told him of a young boy entering the northern borders of the Dark Zone. So Ranger hiked all night through the mountains, following wherev

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.

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.

"The Silvercrest Pack, the Mountain Pack, the Greyhound Pack. The list is endless." Gwendolyn remained silent for a moment. Then her eyes fogged as she communicated with Ryder through the mind link. Now that she bore Kieran's mark, she could communicate with his pack members. [Ryder, what pack is Lord Ragnar from again?] [The Silvercrest Pack. What's wrong?] [I saw something, but I'm not sure.] She closed the link and focused on Jenzo again. "Thank you for your generosity." She said with a smile. "It is an honour, Miss Bowen." Jenzo bowed.

However, it wasn't until she was on the stairs that Chloe caught a glimpse of these so-called important guests. There were five of them in total from what she could see. Four males and one female. The aura they exuded suggested they were high ranking wolves but not from around these parts. One of the males and the female had similar features including thick dark brown hair, black eyes and bronzed skin that was pulled over taut muscles. Another one of the males had sandy blonde hair cut close to the scalp and green eyes. His skin was golden like he spent a lot of time in the sun; however the scar that peeked out from under the V of his shirt suggested he was also a fighter. He was muttering t

I made a quick assessment of my resources. Glock-22 - check; I'd dropped it. USAS-12 - check; I'd dropped that too. My .380 versus their body armor - check; useless. A nifty Chinese Personal Defense Weapon/SMG I had no experience with, three grenades ...it took me a second to access my Mandarin library - 308-1 (that was of no help), one big knife, one small knife and four tomahawks. "Try to keep up, Gimli," I scoffed. "I bet I'll kill more than you. Loser buys the winner a night's worth of koumiss." Chicks dig Legolas - nuff said.

Beside him, two of Vance's Iron-Ridge wolves who had been on this shelf for forty minutes and had not moved and would not move until he moved. Below, the lower gorge was doing exactly what it was supposed to do, which was look like empty mountain and sound like empty mountain because the mountain's ambient frequency made everything inside it sound like the mountain. Raymond's scouts were tracking a signal that was everywhere simultaneously, which meant they were effectively navigating by general direction rather than specific read. They'd split because the turn forced it. Xander waited. Front twelve at the third turn. Rear group moving into the second. Full column committed. He looked at Dun