Jungle Fury Black Ranger Novels & Stories

Leo (Tank) roared, his voice carrying over the ringing in everyone's ears. The giant man stepped forward, clad in the matte-black "Juggernaut" heavy assault armor they had looted from the Mobile Command Center. The armor made him look like a walking monolith. He reached out and snatched the smoking rifle from the hands of a trembling Ironhead ganger who looked barely out of his teens.

When Ancestor Blackstone stood up from a pile of rubble with disheveled hair, Caspian had come to him. "Purple Thunderbolt Thunder Dragon!" Honglong! The thick and long lightning spots instantly lit up the sky above the Black Furnace City, blinding everyone. The lightning condensed into an angry dragon. It bared its fangs and brandished its claws. It pounced down and tore Ancestor Blackstone into pieces. The entire Black Furnace City fell into a dead silence. Ancestor Blackstone represented the top combat strength of Black Furnace City. But now, he was killed in one move by the other party.

The same strength sucking world she’d insisted on walking one last time before the boys got back. I looked down at her, eyes closed, teeth clenched, struggling to hang on. I balanced her silver ring, a gift from our Mother, on my knee and pulled my grey sleeve over my finger tips, dabbing at the beading sweat on her forehead. Something was happening in the Blacklands and for the first time in memory, Shades were crossing the Southern boundry in droves, bringing with them their violet sky and starless nights. They didn’t eat, they didn’t sleep, they didn’t stop. They just kept coming, pushing us back and taking our land, leaving a sea of dead bodies in their wake.

: ………… Naraja was beginning to feel a weird sense as the mysterious black human-like figure’s arm started to lower Naraja to the ground with gentleness and return back to the owner’s shoulder with swift and ease. ???: “Nuh uh. I don’t think so. Get up, we are fighting even longer and even more now.” Naraja didn’t understand this feeling nor understood what was the meaning behind those words that just came out of the mysterious black human-like figures’ mouth. All that Naraja knew was that he had to stand up at this very moment, he didn’t know why nor was it a need or a want. All he knew was that he had to stand up. Naraja: “Alright, you ugly f*ck. I ain’t gonna hold back either and prepare y

It seems he also doesn’t care about mangling the ones fighting on his side, so consumed with the need to destroy us. Sierra leaps over us and goes straight for the throat of an approaching wolf, appearing so suddenly from behind me that I didn’t even know she was still close. She takes it down with her in a bite, collido9ng body to body with a massive thud, and rolls around, grappling with it fiercely so that I almost cry out in terror. I yank them apart with my energy directed between them as precisely as I can and throw it back, so sure this time the returning grey is Radar. I can’t be sure without his telltale scar over his normally white eye because the black is shielding it like this, a

He smiled good with a good sense of humour. “First, the next three rangers you meet are bonded lone wolves. Second, all three are contemplating a shared mating with Ebony. Third, she welcomes it, so please don’t mess it up on her. Fourth, one of them looks a lot like Ran. There may be a reason, and it’s not his fault.”

Fury's and Hell's noses touch, making Hell wag his tail in happiness. Kat and Micky go to the back of their minds, giving total freedom to their wolves, and they take advantage of it. The 3 run through the forest, with Fury in front, and when they feel a wild boar nearby, they stop and prepare for the hunt. Kat positions herself to scare the animal against the two big black wolves and when he gets trapped, he squirms, but it doesn't help. Fury sinks his fangs into the creature's neck as Hell traps a hind leg with his teeth.

Especially Cash and his gang. Drake’s body grew into his huge demonic form. When Ryder would pale in comparison next to Drake in that form, now he was a sight to behold. Imagine a solid black dragon with scales that would remind you of the galaxy. He walks upright on two feet in a semi humanoid form. His body thick with chiseled armor that looks to have grown straight out of his body. It was black like him, but changes colors depending on the direction he turns. The colors are breathtaking. Like the northern lights, they changed from black, to purple, to blue, to green, and yellow. Spikes protrude from both his elbows. I’m assuming its part of his battle armor. His body was magnificent in th

"The Obsidian Claw pack, nestled within the dense jungles of the Congo. They're a fierce and ancient pack, led by Alpha Jengo and his Luna, Nia. The pack's territory is vast, spanning across treacherous terrain where only the strongest survive. They're known for their unmatched agility and strength, adapted to the harsh conditions of the jungle." He looked at Charlotte and Samantha, making sure they understood the gravity of his words. "The Obsidian Claw wolves are also deeply spiritual. They have a profound connection to the land and the spirits of their ancestors. This connection gives them an almost supernatural edge in battle, as they can harness the power of the earth itself. But they'r

Could he beat firearms? No matter how fast Tyr was, could he dodge bullets with his speed? If he could dodge one bullet, then what about two? If he could dodge two… then, what about an AK? “Thunderbird!” Kirin yelled. Raising his voice, his shout reverberated throughout the entire Purple Bamboo Forest. In response, countless red dots appeared from all four sides, aimed at Tyr and the other fighters. Kirin’s eyes were red as he shouted, “Kill him, shoot and kill him!”