Path Of The Ranger Book Series Novels & Stories

Reese added dryly. “I liked the comic,” I said, nudging Forrest. “The one with the forest that bites back.” He looked pleased. “That’s the beta sketch. The working title is Rooted Rage: Rise of the Pines.” Makayla, beside me, reached for my hand under the table. Her fingers found mine and stayed there—gentle, present. I glanced at her, and she wasn’t smiling exactly, but there was something softer in her eyes. Something lighter than I’d seen in days.

He smiled and turned to look at the driver in front of him. "How much longer is it going to take Blaze? " He sounded like he was uncomfortable. I guess he isn't used to riding in cars but why did he have to come to Cresentvale? Onyx Pack was a bit far from Cresentvale, from what I've heard, it would take about a day to go through the normal route but if you're going to take a shortcut you'll have to pass through the R forest. The R forest was known to be occupied by rouges and was considered dangerous. Most werewolves do not make it out alive after passing through the R forest except extremely powerful people, even if they make it out they would have severe injuries that would deter their he

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

Thick red angry scar tissue covered the left side, a few angry red veins moving from the middle. Whatever was there had to have been removed by force. It looked fresh but well-healed. Sighing, I looked into the direction we were going. Ahead were twelve large stones. Shocked, I gazed at the ice-covered peaks. "The Twelve Apostles?" That meant we had to be close to Toban's Kingdom, and if we were close that meant Aurora was here too. Clenching my fists, I felt Torren open his mind to me. Be patient, rider. We will find her.

He has to get to his child. We can push the door open far enough for me to slip into the opening. It is handy to be small sometimes. I enter the room, seeing the cause of the obstruction is a bookshelf. It must have tipped and lodged itself against the door during the earthquake. I tip the bookshelf back against the wall, letting Brixtius have access to the room. A room with furniture strewn all over the place. "Eurydice!" I yell out, hearing her cries from under a fallen dresser. Brixtius moves with speed and lifts the wooden furniture like it weighs nothing.

happy with his new weapon. The long branches were strong. The dagger was firmly attached to the point. He now felt ready to do almost anything. He thought he liked this place better and looked at the fir trees lining the side of the road. The forest seemed endless, but it was warmer and now well below the barren ridge above the trees. A stream that carries meltwater and rain from the peaks. Chirping and chirping birds and small animal tracks were everywhere. Now he at least knew he wouldn't die of hunger or thirst. He climbed a tree, found the egg and sucked its contents through a small hole in the top. The stream was cool and refreshing and had something it wanted to carry. Ragnar thought

Samantha is making sure that her old pack is the first to experience her wrath. The next night, the warriors, witches, and several security technicians went to the Redwood Pack. This was the time to break through all barriers. Samantha was going to blow up their security centers first, then she was going to kill Alexi. She was the one that ruined her life because of her very existence.

I repeated calmly, looking into the mercenary's eyes, as black as his hair, but without even a hint of the cosmos that the other killer I knew had. The wolf thoughtfully tilted his head to one side, not so much holding my throat as stroking it. In his eyes I saw my reflection: so calm and so incomprehensible to him. What are you fighting for, woman? - he asked. “For the same as everyone else,” I replied, risking removing his unresisting hand from me. - For the future. Far away in the dark gray sky sparkled the lightning of a thunderstorm coming from the east. Forty-two kilometers left behind, and Alyosha turned off the SUV engine. The gates of the military base, closed so long ago that it ha

Albeit, slowly, it didn’t even make a single sound. My mind instantly trailed back to the book I had previously read in the pack library. ‘There are 4 Reavers that rule the Underworld.’ Raphael was one of the names in the book. I was snapped from my thoughts when I looked up and found myself face to face with an eerily gorgeous man.

Cindy was silent as she and Daisy kept pace with Roger and me as we rode like our lives depended on it to safety. Roger had worked himself into a full lather by the time we’d traveled over the steep and narrow trails to reach the cavern. I nestled my face into his neck while I thanked him for his bravery and speed. It was no small feat to maneuver the treacherous trails in this part of the reserve at breakneck speed with only the few small slivers of moonlight that managed to infiltrate the trees to guide us. I was grateful for his superior night vision and my abnormal nerves of steel.