Jungle Fury Ranger Novels & Stories

It’s so dark yet I can clearly see the surroundings. I unbuckled my seatbelt and get the black carrier bag beside me. I don’t need to change my clothes and just push the small button of my personalized wristwatch. My normal clothes change into my favorite leather black fighting suit. I just put on a camping jacket and never forget to insert my favorite set of silver daggers and other personalized weapons. I put the backpack on and when I finished checking my needs I open the car door and move outside inhaling the scent of forest trees. “Hm. Guess I need to walk inside, huh.” I started walking and was excited to discover what’s inside of this village.

Warriors surged closer, gripping ropes attached to the posts, preparing to drag the condemned toward the altar. Jenna inhaled sharply, bracing herself. One more heartbeat. One more second. One more chance, she didn’t yet understand. Lightning tore across the sky. Thunder crashed. And then— The jungle answered. A second flash of light illuminated a man bursting from the foliage. Tall, muscular, covered in mud and camouflage cloth. Hair wild, beard rough. Eyes sharp and predatory. He moved like a ghost unleashed. Before the tribesmen even reacted, he hurled a stone blade.

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

They’re filth, Mara—hunt, protect! Jasper stood at the ravine’s entrance, his burly frame a solid barrier, sandy hair tousled by the wind, blue eyes narrowed, his axe gripped in both hands, its blade gleaming, the knuckle scar on his hand glinting as he shifted his stance. His tunic was layered with a fur-lined vest, Sam’s fire his star, Mara’s heat his sun, the pack’s legacy his shield. The cold bit at his skin, but his warmth held steady, the wraiths’ snarls a call to battle. Boulder, his wolf, rumbled, his tawny form poised, head low, eyes sharp. Stone holds, pup—stand, fight!

The one lady that said she recognised me says you will be okay to show your wolf now that you are older. But what she says next puzzles me she says Nora has always known how to handle herself and titan will always protect the one he loves. They then all stand up and say the wagners will be coming with us before the run. We say thank you and all head to the pack house. The women who says she knows me comes up to us and says justice will be served but you have to make the decision if you want the red river pack.

He rolled his neck, and his eyes turned sinister. Then, like a beast unleashed, he lunged forward at them. The first guard raised his gun, but before he could pull the trigger, Hunter twisted his wrist and snapped it like a twig. The man’s scream echoed through the forest before Hunter delivered a swift kick to his gut, sending him flying backward. — A Jeep Wrangler Rubicon 392 cruised steadily down the road. The sound of the radio echoed inside, the driver tapping fingers on the wheel in time with the beat.

Jasper asked again. Warren looked straight into Jasper's eyes and responded, "The eradication of the Fire Fangs!" "I suspected that much. I guess you will be glad to hear that you're in the presence of Blazing Jasper of the Ferocious Five! Want to get down to business?" As soon as he said those words, Jasper greeted Warren with a fist to the chest. Warren was on his guard and blocked the fist. However, from only that exchange, he knew that Jasper was a beast. He used only brute strength and there was no Reiteki infused in his punch.

She didn’t seem to step on the forest floor so much as through it. Beside Freya, Ragnar moved like a storm confined within human form. His stride was taut, controlled, but his muscles thrummed with restrained violence. His wounds were healing at a fast pace thanks to his dominant Alpha powers. His golden eyes, sharp and alert, scanned every shifting shadow. He walked like he was ready to fight the woods themselves. Protective. Wary. As if he sensed they were being watched by something too old to be named. No one spoke. The forest didn’t allow it.