Purple Power Ranger Novels & Stories

The unexpected sadness in my voice even surprised me. “You said her eyes were purple?” asks my dad. “Yeah, so were the powers beaming out of her hands.” My dad had a puzzled look on his face and I could tell he was getting lost in his thoughts. “Why?” I ask. Is it not normal for her powers to be purple? Is there a reason why the color matters? “No reason.” my father says. “Let’s head down to see Layla.” I knew he was hiding something and I knew that if I wanted to know then I would have to go down to the library and read up on witches and their powers.

It was the way of our kind to keep order in place. Selena fell to the ground in a fit of coughs. Her eyes returned normal and her wounds began to heal. "Claire, run!" She pleaded to the little girl, but it was too late. The Alpha snatched the girl up by her neck. Her little feet in black shoes dangled above the ground. His crimson eyes looking murderous into her purple ones. Purple was the color of a hybrid, something we rarely allowed to live in our world, especially if they showed such power at a young age.

CHAPTER 14 Victor Grey was lying on the floor unconscious. He was sleeping like a child inside an energy dome that sapped off your strength slowly. There were no bars of steel nor any barrier in the prison of Eden, only strange energy that would surround your body, sipping your fuel slowly and absorbing it for his consumption. It feeds on prisoners' fears and insecurities. The more dangerous the prisoner, the color of the power will become bluer, showing the intensity of his sins. My father had only a soft glow, meaning he was not a dangerous man. I ran towards him and called his name softly. "Papa, please wake up," I whispered tearfully. His skin has turned ashen.

"Then how do I keep my eye color from changing?" "By controlling power. When you are using vampire powers, your eye color will be red, and when you are using magic power, it will be purple. If you can control and use both powers simultaneously, your eye color will be red and purple." Azzura explained slowly. Lucia nodded again, but she was still confused. "How do I control these two forces? Right now, I feel my body is very energized, and something is trying to take over my body." Lucia felt Orlan holding her hand tightly, and she was grateful to have Orlan beside her.

Invisible to the many eyes, he can get close enough to Indra to steal her powers unnoticed. Indra’s body vibrates alarmingly; she can feel every atom in her core change. Each cell transforms and tries to find a way out of her. A primal power builds up through her chakras, and the once yellow light that flowed through her body now has the same green and pink color as the Northern Lights. She can't control her eyes, which shoot out a deadly green light against anything that moves. She's not in charge, it's like a strange entity has taken over her body. With her hands, she tries to cover her eyes to prevent them from killing those who stand by her side to fight, but the light breaks free betwee

There was just something so oxymoronic, so paradoxical about how a person whose skin was adorned with more colors than a rainbow was nicknamed Gray and dressed as the White Ranger. "Ah, Power Rangers—cute. Not everyone slept over, just Blue and Pink," she informed me. "But Blue left already 'cause she has to pick up her 'joint-custody dog' from her ex, so it's only Pink still snoring in my bed." Chuckling, I appreciated her willingness to go along with my weird superhero-thing. I racked my brain for fuzzy memories from the 90s, recalling the CRT TV in my childhood home. "I don't remember an Orange Ranger."