Lone Ranger Comic Books Novels & Stories

Luckily, this hunter's family had minimal contact with others, and they probably wouldn't see through me. Seeing the fence with animal bones hanging about ten meters away, I guessed it was the home of the hunter, Zachary. Zachary was a renowned warrior of the Blue River Pack, who fought with five lion shifters in the woods seven years ago, saving his son Tony but injuring his leg. He retired from being the Alpha's guard and became a hunter. "Hello, are you the physician from Camila's clinic? Please come in." Zachary's figure was much more robust than an ordinary male wolf. He had a large beard, and he hobbled to us, sounding very anxious.

“I have a gun. I have a son to get back.” I stepped back. Picked up the rifle Darius had left on the table. Checked the chamber. Full. Silver rounds. “Blood Moon doesn’t have a Luna,” I said. Loud enough for the warriors outside to hear. “But today, they get one.” Kieran stared at me. Then he smiled. It was not a nice smile. It was the smile he gave rogues right before he ripped their throats out. “Pack,” he roared. The walls shook. “Mount up!”

And I was dangerously close to showing her exactly how her little theory about momentum played out in real life. But with all this, she’d just proven what I’d known long before she ever showed up in this city – lone wolves were fu.cked up.

I made sure he heard the distaste in my voice. Leo didn’t look fazed. “This is why we became best friends. We fit each other. You could easily tell what I was thinking, and it was the same with me.” He laughed, and I clenched my fist. “I have very important matters to attend to, so tell me why you’re here or leave.” “Well, yes, I had to make sure you were actually alive, but I’m here for a more important issue.” He took out an envelope from his back pocket and waved it in the air. “This is a notice of war from the Crimson Moon Pack.”

He whispered. His knees crashed with impact on the stone floor as he was back in position to try again. Breath in. Breath out. Breath In. Breath out. Scrunching his temples again he concentrated on the longing image of a wolf. A brown wolf. A wolf as brown as Archer his father's majestic brown Gamma wolf. Digging his nails into his clammy palms, instead of the claws he longed for, the crescent wounds drew out crimson liquid that ran down his palms mixing with his perspiration.

, two of which were currently facing off at the central compound that connected all the houses. "Hey, what's going on?" "Hey! Get outta my way I said I wanna see what's happening!" And here comes Carlos of the midnight wolves, a fan favorite among all his housemates, he is THE Predarian to have your back during a fight. He usually represents the 'pack' when his older brother isn't around. "Whoaaa, it's Carlos Grey. Looks like he's coming over to make some trouble. What should we do, Miss Evelyn?" A lanky looking white suit came walking to the scene all slow and nerdy, adjusting his glasses as he did so.

The two of them just stared at each other, and I was, standing there like the odd one out. The last two years had been kind to my brother. No scars, no missing limbs. His ashy blond hair tied back into a low ponytail, right at the base of his neck. Clean shaven as always, a golden tint taken to his skin. Lean, and dorky in appearance, but still able to hold his own in a one on one. “...mate…” They both just said, in a very unison tone. My guess is the wolves were going insane inside their heads.

Ariana’s POV The events that unfolded after Rennes' death had left an indelible mark on my heart. After Lucas had taken Rennes' life in a bloody and brutal battle, the Black Moon Clan was left leaderless, their power broken, and their aggression quelled. The once fearsome werewolves now seemed like lost souls, seeking refuge in the shadows, no longer daring to initiate wars. Lucas carried the weight of guilt upon his broad shoulders. He couldn't forget the monstrous frenzy that had consumed him in the heat of battle, the very thing he had always feared becoming.

In the depths of hell, I learned who I was. It takes a strong soul to endure so much pain and heartache and still make it out alive.... to not get stuck in the deep burning pit of misery. It takes a resilient creature to claw its way, back up out of the darkness and back into a reality, where your nightmares, can finally turn into dreams. My human name is Sebastian Quinn. I have been a lone wolf since the alpha of the Moon Shadow pack disbanded and disowned me from the pack a hundred years ago because of my special and reliable ability that is one-of-a-kind; knowing everyone's truth and lies.