Path Of The Ranger Book Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

Rolph stepped toward me, but Xander stepped between us. I shook my head. "No, I don't think that's possible." A crease formed between my eyes as I studied him. "Where are you from? My pack was decimated." He nodded. "Yes. That was The Skyefrost Pack, correct?" I nodded. "How did you know that?" He nodded toward the grimoire. "That is the Book of Elders, the grimoire of your people, is it not?" "Yes," I said, dragging out the word. "Why?"

"Should our paths cross again, do not mistake our kindness for weakness. The forest is a dangerous place, and we are its guardians." Rogan nodded once more, understanding the unspoken message. With the pack leader's assurance, the group of werewolves parted, allowing Rogan to continue his journey through the darkened woods. Though he carried the physical scars of the encounter, he also carried a newfound abilities he isn't aware of.

He’s right, I’m absolutely mortified. The way he stands between me and them is a protective move, but surely he knows they would never hurt me. “We were only reading.” Ryder holds up his book, one with a particularly muscular, bearded man on the front. I bought that book because the cover reminded me of Phoenix. "Mine is definitely the best so far." Ranger holds up his. I instantly recognise it as one of the more explicit ones. It has bondage, doctor role pay, and lots of edging, which for some reason really appeals to me, even though it sounds like torture of the best kind.

I’d been there from the beginning. They started as strangers. Alan, all sharp edges and silence. Amaya, all quiet fire and careful strength. Two people orbiting each other. But now? Now they were curled on a couch, legs tangled, looking up rental prices for a bigger space to share. Their space. Their future. And me, sprawled in the middle of it like I owned the place. Because I do. I’m Rufio. Son of Zeus and Tinkerbell. Certified Good Boy. Protector of Parks. Champion of Pancakes. And the four-legged glue that kept my humans alive long enough to fall in love.

The forest seemed to contract, shadows pressing in from all sides. Then I saw him. Rylan stepped from the shadows, sleek and dangerous, eyes glinting with malice. His fur bristled, stance low and predatory. Behind him, other wolves emerged—rogues, exiles, and traitors, all ready for chaos. The northern path had become a battlefield.

I shouted, pulling Dren with one hand and signaling Warren and Mara with the other. The clearing erupted behind us as another bolt sliced through the dark, hitting a tree so close the bark exploded outward in a shower of dust. The ranger was still firing — hidden, precise, unpredictable. His presence threw the Silent Mark into disarray, but it also meant the forest was no longer simply dangerous. It was unknowable.

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“From here on out, we need to be even more cautious. Ragnar, Zoe, keep your eyes and ears open.” Ragnar nodded, his grip tightening on his weapon. “Got it. Let’s make this quick and clean.” Zoe flashed a determined smile. “Quick and clean it is.” They moved forward again, each step bringing them closer to their target. The forest seemed to grow darker, the trees closing in around them as if to conceal their approach. Every rustle and crackle of twigs underfoot sent their hearts racing. Ragnar, a tall, muscular warrior with a scar running down his cheek, broke the tense silence. “I’ve been itching for this fight,” he muttered, his voice low but brimming with anticipation. “I owe Shadow Heart

Twenty years ago, when he claimed possession of the sword-like weapon, he found himself set by fate on an unforeseen journey. Ranger spent years trying to wipe the memory of these events from his mind. When he was only 21, he was helping his parents to clear their attic space of all of his personal belongings while he was preparing to move into a place of his own. It was in one of many large boxes he was moving that he found a copy of an old children’s book that his mother used to read to him. Being the young and adventurous young man that he was, he believed the author had left a puzzle of some sort in the book and became obsessed with solving it. Eventually, he had found the abandoned hous

In a flash of an eye all three of them were dire wolves running through the woods, wild, free. Not for long, Pearl knew she needed to go back to the mortal realm and save Ethan. END OF BOOK 1