Power Rangers Anime Novels & Stories

I sat on the couch in my room, cereal bowl balanced on my lap, spoon clinking with every bite as Power Rangers played on the TV in front of me. My eyes didn't move from the screen—locked on Jason, the Red Ranger, moving like he owned every scene. Strong. Confident. In control. So what if this was still my favorite show? I don't care that Anne laughed when she caught me watching it once. Honestly, I liked that she saw it. She looked at me that day. Really looked. That was rare.

Of course, this also showed its loyalty to Little Apple. "It's always good to have such a big thing around him." The beast grew faster than Little Apple. Even the blind woman felt a little threatened by this guy. After all, its elder had once confronted Jason. Once it reached adulthood, it would definitely be as powerful as any top expert. Time quietly slipped away. After a few hours , Little Apple's aura finally returned to calmness. His bloodline power merged into his body and his tightly shut eyes opened. After sensing his strength once, Little Apple let out a soft whistle.

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.

With mild brown hair pulled up in a ponytail, a tall, skinny woman with a notepad in her thin hand, wearing a shabby navy blue coat which emitted her confidence perfectly. "Welcome to the world of power rangers!" she beamed clutching her notepad. "What?" I croaked out surprised by my own weak voice. "Yes, you don't know. Well, I am-" "Ms. Morgan?" I asked surprised and alarmed. "How do you know my name?" she asked squinting her perfect wholesome eyebrows. "I am a fan of yours," I said with wide eyes. "How do you-" she narrowed her eyes. "Where are the others? The rangers?" I asked looking around still wide-eyed.

CHAPTER 1 Power, it was a term that is rather popular, everyone can relate to the need for power and at the same time everyone wanted it for him or herself, I was no different, and for me power had a means, right from the age of 12. You see I was a scrawny child from a really small town in New Jersey, growing up was especially hard since I had no parents, forgotten in an orphanage, aside that I wasn’t a cute kid that people came and awwned over and then decide they should adopt, I was ugly, there was no other adjective to use, I had a crocked nose, and even my teeth was scattered and it showed whenever I smiled, every time we were to line up for a prospective family, we were asked to smile a