Jungle Fury Ranger Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I ignore the blood gushing from my body as I race around, slashing at anything that moves. Rage completely takes over my body as I go into a frenzy, tearing the bodies of the men who slaughtered the Rocky Mountain Pack and killed my other half, into tiny pieces and throwing them around the camp. The smell of fresh blood urges Rage to continue with her killing spree, running around gleefully in search of anyone left alive that she can tear into.

"It's only interim anyway. Hopefully this will all be over soon, and we can get out of here once it's done." "And in the meantime?" Johnny raised an eyebrow. "In the meantime, we continue to gather evidence against Nathaniel and his men while getting this pack back on track." Lucas replied. "We also need to find that fugitive and the missing girls." "Well, funny you should mention the runaway fugitive because I have a name." Johnny smirked. "I sent you his details just before I came in. His name is Omar Rivers. Twenty-seven and was assigned to guard duty. Looks like he might have been a packless wolf or a rogue up until about a year ago when he ended up here. He has had a few run-ins with lo

I glance down to check on Finn's well-being. The savagery with which he's taking down a black-brown wolf is impressing even me. I nod at the sight of two bodies, their guts hanging out and heads barely attached. Brother, go to fucking town. Head to the fucking town. He has let go of his wolf's reins. His onslaught lacks all humanity, control, and humanity.In this wolf, Finn. I absolutely adore every single fucking second of this, which is pure animal wrath. Darius enters the jungle with his circle of protection. It is my responsibility to prevent him from finding another means to get Amanda out of here. I stand up. "Dan?"

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.

She’s right on my tail keeping up the pace, so I pick up speed, breaking away from the rest of the team. I feel the warmth of her pants, she’s right on my tail. I push forward leaping over a fallen tree. Testing her agility and speed as I weave between the dense greenery of the jungle. Tawny’s feline, Juniper, comes up beside me, easily keeping with my pace. With a huge push, she takes over, vaulting up and over a stump ahead of me. Game on! I think as I chase after her feline. If a cat would grin, mine would be wide Cheshire-like.

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"

HUNTER Rogues. My wolf was on fire. Full-on rage carved into his eyes as he attacked the motherfucking bastard who had our mate pinned to the ground. Naked. Why the fuck is she laying on the ground fucking butt-naked?! My wolf is seething, and I couldn’t see shit above all this indignation. And for the first time in my entire life, I needed to admit, I was jealous.

Xerxes asked, his voice softening slightly. “I did.” Ryker was an Asian, with long black hair and a long scar across the side of his face. He is the beta, the second in command and head of defense for the whole kingdom. “My apologies, I was not here to defend my king when the beast invaded the palace.” He gave a small bow. “Don't bother yourself, I'm almost healed. The scars are still there but that's our nature. What's a wolf without its scars?” He smiled. “You were keeping the borders safe. So tell me, what about my little assignment?”