Power Ranger Future Novels & Stories

"You’re scaring me, Avery. But you’ve never looked more 'Certain'." He walked to the shredder and fed the Ares-Contract into the blades. As Chapter 141 closes, the "High-Gate" in the future "Collapses" forever. The "Amethyst-Children" never happen. The "Detroit-Archive" is never built. Avery is standing in 2024, a "Sovereign" without a kingdom, watching the rain fall on a world that has no idea it was just "Saved" from a "Perfect-Future."

However, Raymond heard cultivators who learned the upper dimension's power of the universe's laws were known as the executors of the universe, capable of foreseeing future events. If such a cultivator could foresee the future, then Fremont likely already knew what was happening in Anderson Town. If that were the case, would he not know his chosen one might die here? If Fremont knew, he would undoubtedly come to rescue his chosen one. In that scenario, the plan Raymond and Barker had devised would be in vain. After all, a cultivator who could foresee the future would not be easily outwitted. Raymond realized that teaming up with Barker to defeat Fremont might seem like a joke.

I knew that there was a fierce rivalry between my high school and Evergreen High School. Thus, despite my somewhat tarnished reputation, following an immediate evaluation of my knowledge, the principal of Riverside High School accepted me without hesitation and promptly enrolled me in the mathematics competition. I had once believed that my high school years would forever be overshadowed by Tina, with no hope of escape. Yet, I never realized that by breaking free from the Johnson family and working to make my mark independently, I could forge my own future. Those at Riverside High School had stipulated that if I won first place in the upcoming competition and proved myself worthy of their in

"Hubby, don’t bring that up. It’s really embarrassing. That night I insisted on carrying the old woman across the road…" She briefly described what happened. It matched what had occurred that night almost exactly. At that point, I was certain that the person messaging me really was Veronica from the future. That realization was absurd beyond belief. "Hubby, this is our secret. You’re not allowed to tell anyone else." Just as I was about to reply, Veronica’s voice suddenly rang out right beside my ear. "Andrew, come up here now and tell everyone what your plan for next quarter looks like."

Before, whenever the road home felt too long and too empty, I would instinctively message Cassian. This time, I only stood there for a while before starting home alone. Halfway back, Cassian called. “Serena, where are you?” I hesitated. “On my way home.” “It’s late. Why are you out by yourself?” Before I could answer, I heard Lyra’s voice from his end, small and trembling. “Cassian, the power’s out here. I’m scared…” He did not hesitate. “Don’t be afraid. I’m coming now.”

transformed. He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "Good," he murmured. As we dressed, his fingers lingered on my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I caught sight of myself in the cracked mirror and barely recognized the woman staring back. My lips were swollen, my eyes bright with a wild sort of joy. Suddenly, a voice crackled through what I now realized was an earpiece in the stranger's ear. "Boss, the coast is clear. But we need to move. Now."

Badmus said after being silent for a while now. I feel like plunging him and making him pay for all that he made me do, however, I am powerless. He has money and power and I have only my mother who is on a sick bed. Tears wanted to drop, but I forced them in, I can't let him see my tears, he doesn't deserve it.

I ask, realizing identifying them by race was probably not a good idea. “Justin Kristin, Future Beta,” the tall dark haired one. “Raymond Rivera, Future Gamma,” Nice, I called him Hispanic correctly. “Jack Sloan and Ryan Sarson, Future Delta couple,” The taller blonde answers and the short blonde waves. “Me, you know, Future Beta Female,” Lesley James winks at me. “Congrats,” I smile at her.

The Rift was growing impatient. And I realized… it wasn’t going to wait forever. It wanted one of us. It would take someone, with or without permission. Our son looked at us both. “I’ve seen a future where you both die,” he said quietly. “And I grow up twisted. I destroy everything.” He swallowed. “I’ve seen another future too. Where I stop this. Where I carry it into the Rift, and it closes behind me. No one else dies. The world heals.” “No,” Freya whispered. “Not you.”