Power Ranger Morpher Toys Novels & Stories

Blossom's POV "Jason, put that back. You can't have that toy today. It's too expensive." I watched as he placed the Power Ranger figure back on the counter with a sad expression lingering on his face. I scanned my purse, counting a few loose change just to make sure I had enough money to get him a different toy. "Baby, you can have the stuff teddybear," I said, hoping he'll smile. "I already got a stuff teddybear. I want the Power Ranger. It's the advance one. It moves, lights up and talks," he responded.

Now’s the time. I pulled at the power of the moon and my bond to Raya at the same time, letting both course my body. I felt like a Power Ranger when they morph into their suits. My soul felt like it was solidifying in a way, allowing me to show myself. I growled harshly at Hunter, feeling he was a threat to Raya. “Stay back,” I growled at him, pushing whatever power I had out.

Yesenia said sweetly, "but this is good." Victor's breath hitched the second he saw what was in the basket. 'That's a 1993 morphing Red Ranger figure! In the packaging! The Green-White double edition coin belt! The convention-only Zordon print! I couldn't even find that on the internet! Is this place... Power Rangers heaven?!' "This has been in my storage forever," Yesenia explained, "but I figured it'd mean more to someone who actually appreciates them." Victor looked like his brain was short-circuiting from joy. He didn't even try to speak. Just nodded and kept staring like he was going to cry.

They instead replaced them with the colors of the Ravens - a matte black with hues of blues and greens and purple under the right angles. All of them still had the shield and machine pistol combo, except Raijin had an Unranked Multi-beam Plasmacutter on her shoulder. It was purely utilitarian and industrial in nature, but she wasn’t there to fight in the first place. Max on the other hand, had a C-ranked Ragnarok Armaments Grenade Launcher. It was simple, effective, and devastating. “Want us to bring down the pain?” asked T-Rex. “‘Coz we can. And we want to. Nothing crazy.”

He explained further. “My sister lets me ride all the time.” I shrugged. “They were mere betas. I am—“ “The all-powerful Kent. Got it. Nevermind. You transform. I’ll go on the mountain all by myself.” I said. Before I completed my sentence, Kent's face went stone. His nose was the first thing I noticed. It was no longer human before I could focus on the rest of the changes. Kent's skin had gray and white fur on it, and eventually, I was looking at beadier red eyes. In front of me now stood a wolf, a few inches taller than me. All around the wolf, I saw torn clothes on the ground.