Gondor Ranger Novels & Stories

His tone dripped with sarcasm, but Eryndor remained resilient, his expression unwavering. Eryndor was in bit trouble, his gaze swept all around the room, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a mixture of curiosity and caution, searching for something that might reveal a clue or satisfy his growing unease. "Move!", Lord Arinthal's subtle gesture made his guards walk into prompt action. They grasped Eryndor's arms, their grip firm, and led him away. Constant sound of clanging metal and creaking wood was echoing through the corridors as they descended into pitch darkness.

Rain was pouring heavily, leaving some loose strands of hair dangling around her drenched face. Her black converse bonnet is soaking wet and it felt so frore on her head. Calming herself, she listened to the voice in her head, having no other options for help. The creature before her kept grunting as if speaking in a language she doesn't understand. "Now Luna, orcs are VERY dumb. All you need to do is repeat after me, and by my signal you should sprint to the direction I told you—to that dark alleyway."

tall figure, all four of them hold those two injured men’s from their both hands, it was dark outside but there were many street light which were giving me clear view of that tall figure who stood above them, he was around 6’feet tall, with broad and muscular shoulder, I can clearly tell that by looking at muscles that were popping out of his short sleeve black cotton fitted shirt, his caramel tanned skin was complimenting his shirt color, he had shoulder length dark brownish black hairs which were loosely gelled, from side I could see he had a very sharp jaw line with thick beard and moustache, he was wearing deep blue colored denim and a Mojdi beneath that (Traditional Indian foot wear) j

I was traveling in a car that, from the interior, looked incredibly expensive. The leather seats beneath me felt smooth, and everything around me was black. Outside the window, the trees were zooming past in a blur. Three of Zander's guards were seated with me, their sharp gazes fixed on my every move. What do they expect? That I’ll open the door and throw myself out? Ignoring their stares, I focused on the passing trees, my thoughts spiraling into chaos.

As I watched her nervously bite her lower lip, my cock springing to life, I knew Allora SanDiir would be a huge distraction. This can not be happening. I had it all planned out. I made up a story about a robbery to induce the last ranger to resign. I managed to flirt during the job interview with Bev, the fifty-something ranger with hair like burnt straw, and I landed the job as the new ranger for DownMoor Forest, overseeing the archaeological digs. All I had to do was sneak into the cave at night, find the paintings, destroy them, and check that there were no other wolves in the area. Then I could go back to the jungle and mourn in peace.

No one sees him move, but with a flick of his wrist, the representative of the Blackthorn family is thrown several meters into the air, slamming into the wall, and the scythe embeds itself in the wall, just above him as though to say, you could have lost your neck just now. I gulp, goosebumps rising on my skin. Why is he standing up for me? More importantly, what could he want from me? "Does anyone else have an objection?" He asks casually. Alpha Xander steps back, his eyes wary. "What the hell are you?" The stranger grins, the angle of the sunset lighting a part of his face, making his grin look sinister. "I go by many names. But you can call me Ragnar Thorne." Alpha Xander stiffens, his fa

“I advise you to avoid the spires of Fengarad as much as possible. Not favourable odds.” Roland strode across the clearing and yanked his axe out of the ground. “I like this one,” he said, pointing at me. “Trouble follows him like a bad smell. An interesting life he must lead. Maybe we tag along for now?” Gabor shrugged and looked up like there might be something hidden under one of his eyebrows. “We do have some spare time.” “What do you mean, spare time?” roared Laney. “We have an agreement. You work for me.”

Linking my arm through Jade’s I began pulling her along to follow the boys. “Come on, try to get there before the sun starts coming up.” We met up with the guys, which Kellan had already shifted into a large green Dragon, but while he was magnificent, it wasn’t nearly as impressive as Cyran’s Dragon. Once we were all settled on Kellan’s Dragon, luggage and all, Kellan spread his gigantic wings and flapped them a few times before taking off into the night sky.

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.

Screams and shrieked erupted through the underground city but no one, except them, was able to hear it. "It's showtime!" Jordan roared as the whole group chorused with a synchronized "aye". They quickly jumped towards the city with scorching fire beneath it. Not even caring that they were landing on the ground with 10 feet distance. The Black Wolf's Clan were already used to this kind of stunt. They were just like to hear scream in the air and they effortlessly landed on the ground as they maneuver their footsteps and balance to land easily, avoiding the fire and the debris of the bomb explosion.