Power Rangers Wild Force Taylor Novels & Stories

Training has been going very well lately. The guys have finally started taking it seriously and Taylor is learning faster than I ever expected her to. They have all mastered fire and water. Wind and earth have been quite different for them. At one point, Max stomped his foot and the earth split directly under Taylor’s feet. She saw it coming, did a back flip and landed on her feet in a different part of the yard. I laughed and Taylor shrugged, “I guess the eight years of gymnastics that my mom put me through did come in handy.” Evan, who saw the whole thing, chimed in, “They will come in handy in the very near future too.” Taylor blushed as Evan chuckled at her. Max cowered a little, “Sorry,

Cole jumped to his feet and lunged forward, but Taylor grabbed my waist and pulled me backward and out of his reach. "What the fuck, Taylor!" Cole yelled as he tried to get closer, but Taylor backed away. "Don't you see the pattern?" Taylor said, and Cole froze in his tracks. "Every time your power increases, it has something to do with Rayline." "But that doesn't mean you're using her for the test," Cole said with some annoyance. "She said she would," Taylor said indifferently. "Yeah, I did," I said under my breath. "So," Taylor caught Cole's attention again, who was now watching both of us. "Let's see if you get better." His claws returned to my arm, "You really just want this shit to be o

After he finished speaking, Taylor punched the air, sending an invisible fist with a terrifying power attack toward Kayson. Kayson’s face sank. He activated both the Titanium Technique and the Aquale Armor inside of him before boosting them with the Divine Impact and unleashing them. All the floor tiles between them cracked. An invisible energy wave was sent toward the left and right. Cracks and dents appeared on the walls, and the window shattered. Taylor looked at Kayson coldly. He kicked the floor and vanished into thin air. By the time he appeared, he was right in front of Kayson with his hand held high, aiming at his head.

“Sorry Alpha, we didn’t want to take any chances with the Luna’s condition.” “Get the boy some food and water. What is your name?” “Taylor.” “How old are you Taylor?” “Sixteen.” ‘Despite being a rogue and just a kid, he doesn’t quite appear to be afraid of you Alpha.’ ‘I know,’ I reply to Hunter through the link. I pull up a chair as food and water is brought back for Taylor. He immediately digs in as if he hasn’t eaten in days. “How did you become a rogue Taylor,” I ask cautiously watching his body language.

Within a few seconds, she began to utter a spell and it made her stronger and able to move once again. When she reached the doorstep, she held it tightly, and as she opened the door halfway and cocked her head inside, a horrible-looking beast ran up to her and threw her outside instantly. “Argh.” Taylor groaned out in pain as she struggled to rise to her feet quickly. She stood to her ground firmly and pointed her right finger at the horrible-looking creature. Without wasting any more time, Taylor began to utter a spell once again and this time around, the spell was a stronger one.

Ella couldn’t help but smile. The sight before her was nothing short of delightful — eight fully grown men, all tall and successful in their own right, now looking like a pack of schoolboys about to be scolded by their headmistress. Tiffany Summers, barely five feet tall but radiating pure authority, stood before them with her arms folded and her tone sharp enough to cut glass. Her sons — particularly Thornton and Draven — were on the receiving end of her lecture for deciding, in their infinite wisdom, not to tell her about Clarabelle’s accident.

The witches looked panicked as evil Taylor started approaching them again and they started holding hands and chanting something else, hoping it would work before she got to them. They managed to place a binding ring around her arms and torso to stop her from raising her arms. While she was stuck there for the moment. I was doing my best to push back through. I had to get back through. She could feel me trying to force it and evil Taylor fought back even more. It started to hurt and I started faltering, but I kept fighting. I had to. She wasn’t going to win. I couldn’t let her. She would destroy the world and everyone that I love in it.

Taylor yelled as the young cambion ran toward him as he reached out to grab him but the young cambion ran through Taylor as if he was a ghost. Taylor stood up and followed the cambion in the hut behind him. As Taylor caught up to the young cambion he found the cambion kneeling over another cambion who was bleeding out. “No. No. Not this” “Father, please get up. Please” said the young villagers. “Taylor.” The dying cambion uttered. “No” the older Taylor yelled to the sky. As he opened his eyes, he found himself back in the forest. The startled cambion picked up as much wood as possible and ran off.

Taylor gleamed, coming from out of her closet. Cheyenne was confused as to why the young shifter was in the closet to begin with. “What is going on here?” Cheyenne laughed and Taylor pulled her into her room. “Laser fight with aliens!” Taylor explained. “It looks like a disco party.” Taylor smiled, grabbing at her, urging her to play with her. “No, I can’t play. Your mom told me I had to help you into bed.” “Awe, boo! I don’t want to go to bed.”

Tay shouted, his voice strained with effort. I scrambled to my feet, summoning my fire. The flames flickered to life in my palms, their familiar warmth a comfort amidst the chaos. "We have to take him down for good this time." Tay nodded, his eyes steely with determination. "Together." We charged at Jalen, our powers combining in a blaze of fiery fury. My energy was fueled by Tay's strength through our bond, even without him being a hybrid; his strength and agility helped move me out of Jalen's destructive path.