Omega Rangers Morpher Novels & Stories

The vines moved swiftly as they struck Fenrir, but the vines were too thick and heavy, thus its speed decreased. “Too slow!” Fenrir declared. He smirked before swinging his hands, his claws easily minced the vines that were about to pierce him. But he could not move forward, the vines kept attacking. One after another came rushing towards him with the intent of piercing his heart. Fenrir was the only one who could morph from a large wolf to a human which gave him an upper hand when fighting others from the past. But unlike them Odagaia was prepared when the time came that Fenrir would suddenly morph back to his wolf form to be able to gain the upper hand.

This was Tank. He was massive—a seven-foot-tall juggernaut of heavy power armor, painted in industrial yellow and black hazard stripes. One arm was a standard manipulator; the other ended in a rotary minigun barrel. Despite the terrifying appearance, his voice was young, warm, and sounded like he was smiling. Ren walked over to the table. His avatar, Wraith, was less flashy—a ghillie suit made of optical-camo fabric and a long-range rifle slung over his shoulder.