Path Of The Ranger Novels & Stories

Tiny rodents scuttled through the undergrowth, finding their way up the moss-ridden trees. "There's a river nearby," the Ranger said, heading in that direction. He was right. A few seconds later, they were in front of a fast flowing river. The ranger signaled for a rest. While the men stretched their legs and gulped down water from their canteens, Brown turned to him. "We're off track," Brown said, looking over the worn-out map. "I know the jungle like my gun. We're not." "But we're here," Brown pointed to a mark on his map. "But we should be way over there."

We were the guardians at the gate, but we had never been invited into the garden. "Stay close," Cane’s voice echoed through the mental link, stripped of its earlier combat-edge. "The perimeter is rigged. If you step off the path, the swamp will do the work before I can stop it." The path was invisible to the naked eye, a series of submerged limestone ridges that felt like a tightrope beneath the tires of our bikes. Suddenly, Vane pulled his bike alongside Cane’s. His jaw was set, his golden eyes flicking toward the thirty Ravaged Pack wolves trailing behind us.

Ragnar said simply. They passed the old stone marker that split their territory from the deep woods. The trees here were older, their twisted trunks wide enough to swallow a cabin whole. Faint lines of pale moss ran up their bark like veins. Raven’s wolf was alert, every sense stretched taut. We are being watched. “How far?” she asked Ragnar quietly. He glanced up at the sky, where moonlight barely filtered through the dense canopy. “Closer than it feels.” Minutes later, the path dipped into a shallow ravine, and she saw it.

Every instinct screamed at me to turn back. Behind you is a cursed Alpha who at least *tries* not to hurt you. It hissed. Ahead is a man who smiled at you from a border like you were dessert. I walked forward anyway. “If I’m walking into the wolf’s jaws,” I whispered to the night, “at least this time, I’m the one deciding.” The path to the ravine wasn’t the main patrol route. Rhea’s training had shown me the side tracks—the deer trails and hunters’ paths that skirted the usual patrol lines without leaving me truly alone in the wild.

He wanted to see how much trouble they really might be in. Now he was in his element. It was nighttime and the forest was quiet. He quickly followed the ranger's scent trail; it wasn't difficult. The ranger was pumping out massive amounts of fear pheromone and he followed it easily, it was like a giant beacon in the night air. He didn't make a sound running through the forest; his paws always finding that perfect spot that wouldn't crunch when his weight hit.

Then to Brad: “And as for you ... Do you have an arm or a cannon? And the way you two play together ... It’s as if you share a single brain.” The two just grinned wearily and went off the court with Brad heading for the drink cooler. He took out a beer for himself and turned to ask Dacey what she wanted, but she wasn’t there. Standing up straight, he looked around. Because he was six feet three and Dacey was five nine with that distinctive urchin hair styling, a fast scan of the area revealed that she just wasn’t anywhere around. Army Rangers are, among other things, reconnaissance troops. Using his map of the area, Brad noticed the little pond and waterfall. Remembering how sweat-soaked Dac

I knew I hit the nail on the head when her lips parted and her pulse began hammering against the thin skin at the crook of her neck, "what you fail to realize is that to be good, you've got to be bad. Sometimes, there's no way around it." I knew this well. My time as a ranger taught me lessons I would never forget. It also scarred me in ways no person should be scarred. I was as paranoid as her, scouting my environment for people who would attack me at any given moment. Fear rippled through my body the same way blood flooded my veins. I was convinced that every person had been out to get me, every person was a threat I needed to stay away from because I was scared that I would have more inno

He grumbled and stepped away from the kitchen. "Take out the plates and place them on the table, baby." He ordered whole finishing his banana, I huffed and pulled out the plates. A fake smile is plastered on my face out of annoyance. - "The forest?!" "Exactly, the forest will be your last mission before the graduation day." Raphael said after he took a month to rest, he still couldn't walk properly because of the poison that spread on his whole body, we managed to take out all the poison thanks to my magic but it did paralyze his legs for a while meaning that he won't be able to walk comfortably without the wheelchair.

My combats thudding on the wooden untravelled path, followed by their heavy paws. "Grrrrrrrhhhhhh" Their growls echo behind. And I did the mistake which everyone says not do. I look back at them over my shoulder. To find them just few meters behind. Shit! Shit! Shit! Lost in looking behind,I miss the out grown branch of the tree on my path to only have my foot to get stuck on it and me to stumble forward. A shriek leaves my lips as I roll down the hill, trying to hold onto something.

I looked and Oscar, and he reached out to hold my hand. "Karen, Gavin is a hunter. He has agreed to train you, but to do so, it will have to be at his place because going from here to there would be tedious for you," he explained, and I shook my head in disagreement. For the first time, I realised how attached I was to Oscar. I couldn't imagine being away from him. "I won't complain. I can make the trip on a daily basis." I said and squeezed Oscar's hands to plead with him.