Power Ranger Future Novels & Stories

He was the first ever man who made her heart beat at an abnormal pace differently. "I don't understand if your feelings are real or you're just fooling me," She breathed. His body was hard. His muscles were solid as a rock and the warmth that radiated off of him was soothing. Silvia blinked at him. The girl was in a daze. Her body went rigid as she was sucked into somewhere else. She found herself in Hunter's room. Silvia stiffened realizing it was a vision. Her future self was laying on the bed beaming at someone behind invisible Silvia. Silvia tensed when Hunter walked through her towards the bed where her future self lay.

I stood there watching them bounce and wobble down the dark road, speeding toward the girl they actually cared about. Twenty years with them—gone, riding off on that tricycle. "Goodbye, Nico. Arlo. Rhett." Headlights suddenly swept across the driveway. A car pulled up and stopped. The door opened and a man got out—just flown in, straight here. I smiled and ran into his arms. Zane Jordan. Heir to the Jordan family. My fiancé.

he was wrong about them. And now that they have helped him, he'd do anything to send Sandra away from their lives but how? It could've been better if they both had their powers but no, they didn't possess any at the moment. "What do I do? How can I make things right again?"Ravana wondered. He tried to read through the future like he always did but this time he didn't see anything. "How's this possible? Why can't I see the future anymore?"he looked all puzzled.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

He jerked her hands and legs and then leaped back out of her reach. Scott wiped his lips with the back of his hand, exhaling roughly. “Nova!” Ciara whined. Her face turned sad, as if someone had just taken away her favorite toy. “I’m not Nova!” Scott yelled. “And don’t do that to me again, or I’ll kill you!” His shout echoed and shook the walls of the underground prison. His status as the future Alpha of Silvercrest gave him the ability to dominate other werewolves who held a lower position. Instantly, Ciara shuffled back in fear. She crawled backward until her back hit the wall.

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 wish you peace, happiness, and a future without limits. I stared at the screen, my eyes growing warm. I didn't know what that little app had really been—maybe a version of myself from another timeline, maybe the last mercy the universe had decided to give me. I typed two words and hit send. [Thank you.] A gust of night wind swept past. The text thread flickered into a jumble of code and vanished from my phone entirely—as if it had never existed. I lifted my head, looked at Ed, looked at this beautiful, vibrant city, looked at the dazzling future stretching out before me.

I'm sure that he'll find out everything about the geezer if he works hard—with his ability to foresee the future, he's going to become Frank's right hand man. "After all, he's basically a personal attendant, made with tech more advanced than AI." Yancy was absolutely ready to snap at her friend but forgot about that once Jouri quickly told her everything. Jouri was right—even Yancy had the feeling that the geezer was waiting for Frank. However, it was not this Frank specifically, but a stronger version of himself that would exist in the future. That was why it bailed without a care for the questions they had. "Let me talk to her."

“No, that’s not possible. I don’t know what kind of power lies within you, but if what you’re telling me is true, then we’re talking about infinite power; raw energy that could change the world forever. That’s exactly what my enemies are after, and why we’re hiding here in the first place.” … … “The boy? No, I just can’t believe it. My wife and I alone could hardly withstand this power, let alone more than twice the amount. Why should the boy be any different? Unless…” A sudden, chilling thought coursed through Ranger’s head. He froze and his body went cold as he stared down at the distant figure of the lost boy heading down the mountainside. “My God,” he breathed. “It can’t be!” … …

Phoenix continued, "we become exactly what Director Okonkwo wants us to be. Obedient. Controlled. Empty. We survive, but we're not really alive." "There must be another way," Ivy said desperately. "There is," Phoenix said. "I've seen it. One future where the four of us are raised together, with both our parents, learning to use our powers through love instead of fear. In that future, we bring peace. Real peace. Unity between packs that has never existed before." "One future out of hundreds," Nadia scoffed. "Those are terrible odds." "They're the only odds worth taking," Dominic said. "Because in that future, our children actually get to be children. They get to choose their own paths."