Jungle Fury Ranger Novels & Stories

He shrugs, slowing and walking behind me to fit through the trail. I look over my shoulder, watching him follow in my footsteps. As far as sneaking around in dangerous territory, Ranger is the second person I would want, Tank being the first. Ranger is smaller than Tank, though they are both excellent fighters Ranger is quicker, more agile and his svelte form will be great for getting into trees to scout out areas so I don’t have to heave my massive frame over the bending branches. “Do we know where we are supposed to meet our allies?” Ranger asks.

A blur of gold and shadow hurtling from the trees, the ground shaking under its landing. Then came the others, slipping out of the dusk like living nightmares, with their muscle and teeth and the kind of speed no wolf could match. I shifted, bones snapping and reforming, fur bursting along my skin in a rush of heat. Ragnar surged forward, claws gouging the dirt as we met the first jaguar head-on. Its weight slammed into me like a battering ram, claws hooking into my shoulders, teeth snapping for my throat. I twisted, felt the hot sting of a rake across my flank, and drove my jaws into the muscles of its neck.

Now it was done, and the cards could fall where they may. 2. Aurora Rage looked across the sands, filled with anger, so fierce her body vibrated with it. Staring back at her with a smirk on his face was her childhood friend Zulu. Behind him, his nomadic army looked on impassively-waiting for his signal. "We have no quarrel with you, Zulu!" She tried again, "Your family's death was not by our hands. I give you my word!"

The fabric clung to her like a second skin, her nipples faintly visible in the cool air. The crowd’s energy surged as the next fighter entered the ring. Riven Kane. They called him the Reaper—six-foot-five of corded muscle, scarred knuckles, and cold, emerald-green eyes that had ended more careers than most men had hot meals. His bare chest gleamed under the lights, intricate tattoos of ravens and thorns snaking over his shoulders and down his arms. He moved like a predator, calm and lethal, ignoring the cheers as if they were background noise.

I took that chance and ran on my hills back home, aiming to escape from them before they realized that I had left. “Boss! She's escaping!” Jeremy yelled between harsh breaths, struggling to bear the pain. Before I could even react, Jaguar burst forth from behind me, launching himself into a powerful leap, his body contorting midair as he transformed into a towering beast like creature with black furs. His massive paws thundered onto the ground, sending shockwaves through the air as he landed squarely in front of me, blocking my path. His eyes, now a piercing yellow with the scar longer and fiercer than before, as he let out a deafening roar. The sound sent shivers down my spine, and I froze,

Ryle calmly asked, raising her brow. “Who are you to question?” Bruce growled. He’s one of our more traditional males who believes that women aren’t made to fight. They are made to be seen and not heard. Ryker bristled at Bruce’s comment. “My name is Ryker RedFang and she,” he pointed to his sister, “is my sister, Ryle RedFang and we are RedFang Defense, your Elite warrior trainers and my sister is your future Luna.” he smirked.

We stop in a city called Ranger to hit up a pharmacy and get some food. Pain killers, cold compresses, aloe, and wraps for Brandon's more severe burns and wounds. Though Rin was easily able to deaden some of Brandon’s pain, it left her with excess fire energy that she needed to burn off, which was problematic when we were trying to get away from killer corpses. Leaving a trail behind wasn’t an option.

“Don’t get used to it.” They were pulling out of the parking lot into a bush track when a white van suddenly cut them off. Four Vipers spilled out, guns drawn. “Ambush!” Ranger barked, reaching for his piece. Gunfire exploded. Bullets punched into the SUV’s side panels. Ranger returned fire, hitting one Viper in the chest. Tommy got another in the leg. But the third Viper was fast. He yanked open the back door, grabbed Lena by her hair, and started dragging her out. Her bad leg screamed in agony as it twisted.

she gestured to me, "Ananya?" "Yeah, I already know who they are" I beamed taking in every single one of them. "Then tell us who is who" she crossed her arms over her chest. I turned to look directly at the red-dressed dark-haired guy, "This's Tyler, the red ranger," my gaze then went to the girl with a pink jacket and straight back hair, "Shelby, the pink ranger," the guy with a green cap and small eyes, "Riley, the green ranger," my eyes took in the excited form of the guy with messy hair up to his shoulders and his muscle packed biceps, "Koda, blue ranger, " and finally resting on the guy with a white button-up shirt with black pants, "and Ivan, the gold ranger"

Ravan: Greek god like body and sharp facial features , anybody would mistake him for being a super model however he is a killing machine, he is ruthless, brutal, cold and heartless who shows no mercy on his prey, he makes them suffer before killing them in deadliest way possible, Ravan Works for the only mafia in India Shabbir Shaikh, who solely owns whole underworld of India, Ravan runs every illegal bushiness of shabbir from extortion, Drugs smuggling, human trafficking , international smuggling to even KILLING , Every gangster wets their pants just hearing Ravan’s name, Every politician is under his command, police fears to even lodge an complaints against him, Media avoid every news rel