Novel & Cerita Paw Patrol Ranger

"Poor lighting. A localized skin irritation due to... extreme professional stress and the unforgiving New York humidity." A low, cynical chuff sounded from behind me. I spun around. Ranger was sitting by the front door, his tail giving a single, mocking thud against the hardwood. Beside him, Soldier was leaning against the coat rack, watching me with an expression that was entirely too human for a creature that spent its day sniffing fire hydrants and chasing pigeons in Central Park.

He was tall, lean, and had that kind of easy smile that made girls swoon. Raven was holding his arm and giggling at something he said before I arrived. She didn’t even try to hide the way she touched his chest or brushed imaginary lint off his shirt. I smiled knowing they were into each other. If this was the little thing Raven was into now, I’d make sure it ended before I left this patrol. “Hi, guys,” I said, putting on my friendliest voice. “I’m Paige. Guess I’ll be working with you.” Felix gave me a polite nod. “Hey, I’m Felix. This is Darren and Kara.”

Fang’s POV Patrol is supposed to be boring. That’s the whole point of it. You walk the borders, sniff the trees, maybe growl at a squirrel, and then you go home. Well, that's how it's been for a while. But tonight? Tonight decides to screw me over. One second, it’s just me and the quiet woods. The next, shadows flicker between the trees. Too fast. Too silent. “What the hell—” Teeth. Claws. A blur slamming into my side, knocking the breath out of me. Pain erupts down my ribs. I swing back, claws out, but another figure—or the same figure— darts in.

"Yes, he saved my life. If it wasn't for him, you would have found my carcass in the campsite." The ranger looked right into her eyes, trying to see if she was lying, but he didn't see anything suspicious. He knew something wasn't quite right about these two, but he couldn't figure out just what. Granted, that fucking dog was huge, but there was something else. He looked at the 'dog' again and then he saw it. The eyes, they held too much intelligence to be just a dog's eyes; they looked right through him and he got the distinct impression that if he made the wrong move, he'd never make it back to his truck alive. He'd never looked into an animal's eyes and seen his own death before; it frigh

Now the times had just flown by so fast. My mother died, Dalia's dad mixed up with some bad company and got her in this mess with St. Laurent and died. Kane accepted the change. It still spooked me everytime he smiled and the tips of his fangs showed. All I had were my friends. My people My family. Dalia and I had been inseparable since kindergarten days and then we had sealed the bond with Kane during our beginning days at the Fangs Academy. They have held me strong in tough times.

Will Noella be able to conquer her first pack? Don't forget to comment and vote for the story! ❎ Until the next update of Queen Rouge. -Rama✌

she gestured to me, "Ananya?" "Yeah, I already know who they are" I beamed taking in every single one of them. "Then tell us who is who" she crossed her arms over her chest. I turned to look directly at the red-dressed dark-haired guy, "This's Tyler, the red ranger," my gaze then went to the girl with a pink jacket and straight back hair, "Shelby, the pink ranger," the guy with a green cap and small eyes, "Riley, the green ranger," my eyes took in the excited form of the guy with messy hair up to his shoulders and his muscle packed biceps, "Koda, blue ranger, " and finally resting on the guy with a white button-up shirt with black pants, "and Ivan, the gold ranger"

FLASHBACK Rio Sanjaya ordered his dark horse to stop for a moment with a watchful gaze. The surrounding trees were violet under the bluish moonlight. After listening to something for a while, Rio stomped his horse back on his way without haste. Many times his eyes darted to the edge of the path he was passing. The movement in the thickets brought Rio to a halt again, his horse grunting and neighing softly. Rio drew the double-edged ax he threw onto his back. The handle of the object was rather long and silvery in color. Each blade bears a sign of a roaring tiger.

I had no idea why, but her flashing eyes and the glow of her hair told me she wasn’t going to back down, even though her cowlick was worse than ever, no matter how long she kept her head under a hat. Between a regimen of potions and more rest, she had regained most of her strength and started to put on a bit more weight. Nora was going to leave the day after Ginevra’s birthday so she could be the pink ranger to Quillan’s red. Matt had been made the white ranger for some reason, and I was green at Ginevra’s insistence. I knew nothing about the Power Rangers, but seeing how happy Quillan was made it inconsequential, honestly.

I couldn't risk being slapped again, my face already ached from the ones I'd gotten last night. “I will not repeat myself,’” he muttered, his voice low. Dangerous. It made my skin crawl. Then I lifted my head slowly. I met his eyes yet again. This time, I didn't flinch, I didn't cower. I just stared at him dead in the eye, yet, one could see the quiver of my shackled hands against the cold metal. The cold seemed to have multiplied, making me shiver. My nipples hardened, poking through my dress as though begging to be released. I saw his eyes move, particularly resting onto my breasts for a fleeting second.