Path Of The Ranger Book Series Novels & Stories

As I watched her nervously bite her lower lip, my cock springing to life, I knew Pietra 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.

Several crucial infos are in this simple definition: 1 It sets the characters on the journey 2 the journey will occupy them throughout the narrative 3 this incident upset the balance within the character's world. Let me spell them out for you in case these are still not clear enough. When an event sets the characters on the journey of the book, it means that whatever happened next (hopefully the core conflict of your story, the theme of the story, and the main body of your story) happened because of this event. The inciting incident is a trigger.

I went from walking next to Al, and Amber to falling far behind, dragging my blood-splattered body along the road following two strangers on a journey to I don't know where and I am too tired to give a damn. Because I have to be honest with myself and the truth is... I would give anything to live and not go back inside of a coffin. And I feel bad somehow because a part of me knows I am using them for protection from W.I.K.D... The police, rogue werewolves... My self. I don't know them— Amber and Al, and clearly, they didn't know me either.

I looked at Raziel who was already talking to his brother with a hand on his shoulder and a sneer on his face. Ramses was crying, and was determined not to let Ambrosia go. The other brother, Raphael, with the silver eyes, was still throwing everything he could muster at my shield. Master Rowen was trying to combat Ramses’ fireball and release Ambrosia. Just then another Reaver appeared and started throwing magic towards my shield. This was turning into a shit show. The ritual had already started, the spell was almost complete, and my shield was not in the best of conditions. I stole a glance at Ambrosia and I could see she had her eyes closed and was chanting something under her breath.

Not one bit. They encountered a few stray zombies on the two day walk home, but Rex handled things quickly and without mishap. It was as if dealing with walking corpses had become second nature to him. Kendra thought about mentioning the look in the eyes of the zombies who had surrounded the tree that she’d climbed into for safety, but then thought better of it. That conversation could wait for another day.

Lunch was brought to her room with a folded note on a silver tray. "Dress for dinner," whatever that meant. Amy wasn't sure if she was a prisoner or not, no matter what Hypo Man said. She decided to test the waters. With her K9 companion at her side, she made her way down the long hallway. Incredible western artwork was displayed on the walls. She wasn't familiar with the artists but she knew expensive art when she saw it. The staircase was beautiful and reminded her of Tara from Gone With the Wind, although she didn't feel like Scarlet. She didn't see anyone as she walked out the front door. The grounds were endless and she could see a path on the right side of the house. She walked through

"I'm really glad you want to stay, cher. This is gonna be good." END OF VOLUME 2: RUNNING ROGUE

Wolves of The Dark Moon Series Book 1- Alpha Rick (chapters 1- 81) Book 2- Alpha Black and His Luna (chapter 82 onward) Book 3- The Beta’s Obsession (coming soon) Olivia The pain. It's too much.

Ten bodies later and it was finally over. He hated killing other wolves but in rare cases it was necessary, and the council always sent him. As they made their way out, Rainn saw the body of his mother lying in her own blood by the fireplace. He pushed Liam toward Ard'al and ran to her. He knelt in front of her and gently touched her face. Her panic stricken and empty eyes stared back at him.

Three Weeks Later Warm, real sunlight streamed through the windows of the small, hidden cabin. It wasn’t the ranger station, nor the Crossroads. This was somewhere Winters had taken them—a long-abandoned forestry outpost tucked into a golden, sunlit valley far from the scorched battleground. Undiscoverable. Still.