Jungle Fury Black Ranger Novels & Stories

I stood there as a massive black hybrid creature, half-dragon, half-wolf, eyes burning bright blue. But I wasn’t the only one shifting. Crux watched me for barely a breath… and then he shifted too. And he did it casually. Effortlessly, like shedding skin. His form exploded outward, bigger than mine three times over. His wings stretched so wide they brushed the walls. His scales were blacker than night itself, drinking in every trace of light. Vanta Black, a rage dragon leader’s color, almost invisible at night. He was darker than the shadows. Only his molten eyes glowed fiercely, ancient, superior can be seen. He was the leader of Rage Dragon who he inherited from his mother.

But just like I predicted, a big black wolf ran out from the opposite path, and its dirty body hurled straight at her white wolf, sending it flying. Crack! The sound of a thick tree cracking, alongside Aurora’s bones echoed through the forest. “How dare you!” I roared, the sound shaking the forest, sending the birds who had lay in the nests for the night flying out. Xander’s paws treaded dangerously toward the black wolf that only had malice and craziness in its eyes. A rogue with no sense of reasoning, one that fought with no headsight. This one was easy to kill! Xander shot forward, his paws glistening in the moonlight and in the next second, the black wolf was beneath us. No hesitation or

The fangs and claws are protruding that can pierce his own skin. I held out a shiver as we all heard his roar that nearly shook the whole forest and made each one of us standing fall on our knees. Even the injured warriors might wish that they'd survived this as his rage waved like a giant tsunami on us. "F*ck," Levi muttered beside me, already trembling as Hunter began to roar again and again as he started to shift to his wolf form. His wolf, Fury, was raging. Rampaging every tree. Every bush. Growling. Shouting his mate's name, hoping for a response.

Then, the pendant on his neck flashed with a light, and a huge object broke out of the air. It was a black beast. It was more than 100 meters long. It looked like a small mountain from a distance, surrounded by black mist and lightning. Its blood-red eyes were frightening. It was the evil beast, Wild Fury, that Darryl had subdued before. The moment Wild Fury showed up, an extremely strong evil energy burst out and confronted the spear shadow. In a moment, the whole mountain shook and dust permeated the air. Soon, the dust disappeared, and the Wild Fury stood firmly in front of Darryl, without any scars on his huge body. Apparently, the strongest move that Archfiend Antigonus had just used wa

No, this ends now. Fury, like nothing he has ever felt, surges powerfully inside him, causing drastic changes inside his body. His claws shot out, his eyes turned yellow, and his wolf roamed on the surface, lending him the power he needed to fight the powerful foe coming toward them with vengeance of death. Kendra walks through the whole on the wall, her expression stormy. Nothing mattered but annihilating the one who dared to lay a hand on her mate. Felix shakes off the shock and pain of his landing, bounces his feet a little on the ground, and gears up to meet his opponent. Only he doesn't see her coming, and once again, he finds himself flying.

With Jarubu and Melissa fully engaged in trying to destroy us, they were unprepared when our volkaane allies launched their attack. Rave threw himself upon Jarubu. Still locked in combat with me, the black vampire was unable to keep Rave from grasping his head in a powerful grip. Before Jarubu could break free from my grasp and defend himself, Rave locked his mouth across the black vampire’s mouth and nose and unleashed the full force of his volkaane fire. Searing volkaane heat shot into Jarubu’s body, burning the life force out of him. I could feel the flaming heat in my hands through Jarubu’s skin, so I quickly let go of his arms, lest I become an unintended consequence of Rave’s fire.

Bryan and Joe immediately reached out to clap hands and exchange quick hugs with their fellow mermen, offering friendly pats on the back as a sign of camaraderie and support. Trent, with his striking black tribal tattoos adorning his torso, seamlessly blending with his black tail and hair, hovered tall and proud. Hunter, on the other hand, boasted a deep, dark green tail and tan skin, his body adorned with depictions of various animals in tattoo form. The bond between the two was evident as they stood side by side, ready to embark on the upcoming adventure with their companions.

Rufus, sensing my aggression, let out a low growl. The clash was swift and brutal. I fought with the ferocity of a cornered beast, channeling my power into each strike. Lightning danced from my fingertips, momentarily stunning some of the guards. Rufus, a blur of brown fur and razor-sharp claws, ripped through the ranks with surprising agility. Rufus did his best to help but when the shaman under the Alpha Darach struck back he couldn't fight on.

Tyrion and Felix followed me a heartbeat later, and after a minute, the whole forest was crowded with warriors looking for Ragnar Venard. I quickly caught Ragnar's scent and ran deeper into the forest. Tyrion was right behind me. I couldn't resist the urge to glance back at him to see what his wolf looked like. Holy shit! I couldn't help but whimper. Tyrion's black beast with shiny fur looked like the wickedest embodiment of a demon—dark as night and deadly dangerous.

The blue plasma energy inside them was violently sucked out, forming a swirling vortex in the air that shot straight into Valen’s open mouth. The Rangers stood there, holding dead, smoking sticks of metal, completely paralyzed by shock. Ashren didn't hesitate. He swept the legs of the second Ranger, knocking him out cold with a brutal strike to the jaw. He spun, launching a fist into the temple of the third, dropping him into the snow. The fourth Ranger, the youngest of the group, dropped his dead weapon and threw his hands in the air, terrified out of his mind. He looked at the giant, scarred man standing over his unconscious squadmates and then at the child who had just eaten their ammunit