Green Ranger Jungle Fury の小説・ストーリー

The bag my mother had packed was getting heavier and heavier with each step. The talking was helping keep my fear of the forest at bay, but now, in the silence, the hooting and howling were getting to me. I rushed up to join Kent. I mean if I was stuck in the Unclaimed Forest with anyone, I would pick the most powerful Alpha. As I ran up to him, I must have stepped into some slippery mud because instead of landing next to him, I slammed into his back. In order to make sure he didn’t fall, he twisted to face me, caught me by my waist and kept me from eating mud. His touch was again warm.

Don't worry, when I come back, I'll bring a gift for both of you. — If you go and don't come back with my sombrero and a bottle of very spicy pepper, you know we'll have a huge problem. I'll make you work for another fifty years with me," a male voice appeared in the lobby. Coming out of the employee elevator, a man in an unbuttoned suit, a backpack on his shoulder, and a wonderful woody perfume that could be smelled from a distance, his calm tone of voice sounded like thunder, and he was completely different from what Catherine could expect from someone working there. He was tall, probably about six feet tall, strong, his hair was tied up in a bun on top of his head, a lumberjack-style bear

He revved his chopper, a deafening challenge that echoed through the jungle. Dax didn't flinch. He hit the manual switch on his Phase-Gauntlet. The iridescent blue aura wrapped around his fist, a silent reminder of the power that had cut a Prime Forge in half the day before. The Revers leader cut his engine. The sudden silence was heavier than the noise.

A jaw cracked beneath my palm, a stomach folded beneath my knee, a weapon clattered beneath my heel. Then the gun. Bang! Fire tore across my shoulder. Pain seared hot, sharp. I didn't falter. I lunged, twisting his arm until the gun dropped, then slammed his skull into the truck's bumper. Blood sprayed. Shadows stirred behind the truck. More men-ten, fifteen. Enchanted. Their eyes are glassy, their movements unnatural. "Shift. Now! Amber flared in my eyes, bones trembling, claws begging to burst free. Then I caught it-a camera fixed to a lamppost. If I shifted, humans would see.

I trashed in their arms and screamed out in pain when I felt the familiar, horrifying taser shocking my skin, seeping into my blood, almost drying it up. "STOP! PLEASE I WON'T DO IT AGAIN. I PROMISE." I yelled out and it stopped. I glanced at the security through my teary vision and saw a medical team escorting Mrs Jones out of her bloody mess of an office. Storm ran into my arms and I held him tight as I was forced and dragged out of her office. My hair was a mess and I was sweating profusely as words kept whispering itself out of my mouth. I couldn't control them. I couldn't stop them. My head made them. My mind kept telling me this was the right thing to do, the right way to act. They nee

I asked in curiosity. "It could only mean that there is still one Smith alive, or trapped in an unknown place." She elaborated "But that is impossible, I mean.." she was saying when an ice spike whooshed past our heads. Before we could look back, a gagged rock was directed at us again, and Anna narrowly escaped it. Taking a glance back, my jaw dropped at the sight behind us. Without the processor explaining it to me, I knew we were in for a hot chase, just like a temple run. The only difference is that we are inside an unknown jungle, which automatically makes it a Jungle Fury.

he ordered, “quickly, before it could regenerate!” “Consider it done, Jayden!” Carson replied. The muscular alpha warrior gathered his mana into his giant ax and then hurled the hurricane from his rune weapon. The storm of wind quickly shattered the freezing giant trees into pieces in a single swipe. It blasted all over the place, making the condensed thick forest into a snowfield in just a split second. ‘This will end Jeremiah’s living trees for good,’ Jayden smiled victoriously. Yes, Aiden and Carson Blackfrost knew that they could rely on their oldest brother during a critical situation.

Zyra’s pack members fought with unmatched strength and agility, their lycan forms a testament to their power. Zyra’s attention never wavered from her targets. She raised her fingers, and the trees around them seemed to come alive, transforming into weapons of war. The tips of the branches ignited with fire, and at her command, they flew into the hands of her pack members, who used them to launch flaming arrows at the Nightshade fighters.

Talia lunged toward the nearest wolf with a grizzly snarl, muscles rippling beneath her fur. The forest exploded with motion—leaves whipping, earth scattering under her paws as she slammed into Bradly's side with bone-rattling force. Her teeth snapped inches from his muzzle, hot breath steaming in the cold air. The old wolf snarled back, a low, guttural sound that trembled between fear and defiance. It was enough to spark a fresh surge of rage through her.

My eyes burn with tears I refuse to let fall. “No!” I scream. “GET OFF ME!” And then—he’s gone. One second he’s pinning me to the tree, the next he’s ripped away like a ragdoll, thrown hard against the forest floor. He lets out a strangled grunt as he crashes into the dirt, and before I can even breathe, another figure barrels into him. It's Daniel. Fury radiates off him in waves. His eyes are glowing, golden and wild, and his growl is so deep it vibrates through my bones. He’s on the rogue in a flash, fists slamming into the bastard over and over.