Path Of The Ranger Book Series Novels & Stories

I just needed to survive the journey. Vanessa told me the mutant-human camp was near the south entrance to Desolation. My home was also in a southerly direction. If I wanted to truly avoid the mutants I’d have to leave by way of the north entrance and travel around the mountain to get to the southern route. Since Desolation was nestled in a valley between two mountains, north and south were my only options. This would add an easy week onto a journey that would already take me an estimated four weeks to make.

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You make me wait and I'll decimate this planet. ‘Good bye, Cymon.’ ‘See you soon, brother.’ I cut the link and walk into the foggy, dark trees. THE END The Falcon Ridge Series continues on in Book Seven The First To Rule. Follow me on I*******m @mmctier1 for Book updates. Thank you so much for reading. If you can, leave a review so I can give you more improved stories.

As I watched her nervously bite her lower lip, my cock springing to life, I knew Allora SanDiir would be a huge distraction. This can not be happening. I had it all planned out. I made up a story about a robbery to induce the last ranger to resign. I managed to flirt during the job interview with Bev, the fifty-something ranger with hair like burnt straw, and I landed the job as the new ranger for DownMoor Forest, overseeing the archaeological digs. All I had to do was sneak into the cave at night, find the paintings, destroy them, and check that there were no other wolves in the area. Then I could go back to the jungle and mourn in peace.

"And before I forget, if a thing doesn't linger in your brain for about 5 seconds, the caster cannot hear it. Atleast that was the record of the fastest reader I've known." Right now, I am so much sure about one thing, indeed, I am the reason why Ruka reacted like that. The girl didn't like me and I insulted her even more. Did I just sign myself into a death wish? Will she come for me later? Maybe at midnight? My own thoughts were scarying me more that I'm already was. "And lastly, the decendants of Meniah. Red-eyed kierikos who can transform themselves into wild creatures." I looked at him closely, he had those kind of eyes. I patiently waited for him to fill me with details but he didn't s

I gave one last look to the wolf pups, gently stroking each of their heads before moving away from the den. Entering the darkness of the forest, my paws moved silently over the ground. Every sound, every scent, was interpreted in search of signs of Hunter and Zora. The night was dark, but my determination guided me forward. The trail of Hunter and Zora led me to the imposing Front Range, an even greater challenge for my lupine form, but urgency compelled me to overcome any obstacle. Upon reaching the summit, I was met with a distressing sight. Garm's lifeless body lay there, witnessing violence echoing through the tranquil landscape of the mountains. Uncertainty hung over me: had Garm been k

I quickly paced down the hall so I could get to the room faster and open this book that felt like a newfound piece of treasure in my hands. As I scanned through the first few pages of the book, it was picture after picture of different drawings and versions of what a nightwolf was portrayed to look like. Some of them were detailed to be howling at the moon, whilst several illustrations had a sort of evil and rabid look to them. But there was one in particular that caught my eye, and instead of just flicking past it, I stopped, staring at how strikingly similar it was. The wolf was pure black, just like mine. No white, silver streaks across its fur like all the others had, and this one was th

Sacred. My room was twice the size of my old one—with clean linens, soft pillows, a writing desk, and even a window that looked out over the misty forest beyond the walls. A bookshelf stood against one wall, filled with leather-bound volumes whose titles made little sense to me—The Lunar Pathways, Blood Heritage of the Five Great Packs, Healing Beyond the Physical Form. Texts I had never been allowed to access as a simple pack healer.

His eyes are still wide upon feeling my Alpha aura when I yank out his heart. He has not even dropped to the ground when I move for my next target. My lips remain tightly shut as I communicate with Xavian and Xian, who are already painted in the blood of the Omegas they have killed maliciously. One thing about the twins is they like to bathe in the crimson. “I am heading toward the rebel leader.” That is all I say as I race my way to the end of the campsite, where Adams Rivers is. The air blows the tent open even before my entrance. I pause as soon as I step in, my senses instantly picking up everyone present. The two guards are my first target.

"I know." We left for Ragnar's territory the next morning. The journey took two days by car, then another day on foot. His lands were in the mountains, far from human roads. The forests were indeed dying—trees with blackened leaves, streams that ran thick and dark. "This isn't natural," Alistair said, crouching by a polluted stream. "It looks like poison." "Witch poison?" "Maybe. Or something else." We pressed on. Ragnar's pack lived in a cluster of stone huts surrounding a central longhouse. The wolves we passed were thin, their fur patchy, their eyes hollow. Children stared at me with something like hope.