Ranger Apprentice Book 12 Novels & Stories

Second-guessing was a weakness I couldn’t indulge. The water hammered against my back, each droplet a sharp reminder of the cold reality I faced. I lingered under the relentless spray until my skin was raw, the heat barely touching the ice hidden deep within my chest. Half an hour later, I killed the water and stepped out, steam wrapping around me like a shroud. I dried off and slipped into a plain white shirt, the fabric taut against my broad shoulders, clinging to my damp skin like a second layer. No room for weakness here. Loose gray pajama pants draped low on my hips, a mere illusion of normalcy masking a body honed for battle.

We stop in a city called Ranger to hit up a pharmacy and get some food. Pain killers, cold compresses, aloe, and wraps for Brandon's more severe burns and wounds. Though Rin was easily able to deaden some of Brandon’s pain, it left her with excess fire energy that she needed to burn off, which was problematic when we were trying to get away from killer corpses. Leaving a trail behind wasn’t an option.

Chapter 33 – Fire in the Blood The clearing reeked of blood and burnt bark. Raven stood among the fallen patrol, her claws digging into her palms until her knuckles bled. The Hollow hadn’t just threatened her it had struck, leaving her wolves as pawns in its twisted game. Behind her, Ragnar shifted uncomfortably, but he didn’t look away from the bodies. His jaw was clenched tight, fists trembling at his sides. He wasn’t a wolf, wasn’t a soldier, but his grief for them was raw, unfiltered.

" Understood eight twelve, reinforcement is already on the way." A child's birthday, oh god. Proles, these genetically engineered animals were monsters and Maddox had already seen with his own eyes what these beasts could do. He didn't want to imagine what she would be waiting for at her destination. But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control.

In a relation which demands me to hate her,to punish her, to replace her but still to never loose her. ______________________________________ Precap ".....It never began with me nor did it ever end on me because you my mate were it's beginning and you are the only end........you were the incarnation of the thunder wolf while I was just the lightning accompanying the thunder.." -Xavier Black

Too fast. He caught her wrist, twisted. Pain lanced up her arm. She slammed her knee into his ribs. He grunted. She broke free, scrambling toward the aisle. The assassin tackled her to the ground. A knife pressed to her throat. "You must be killed before you fully awaken," the assassin hissed. Her wolf surged. And then the doors burst open. A roar shook the shelves. Ragnar. He moved like a storm. Armorless, barefoot, shirt open. His eyes blazed molten gold. Claws erupted from his hands. He crossed the distance in seconds, tearing the assassin off her with a feral snarl.

She knew it was dangerous to return for all of them. “I know. It’s okay,”I told them. “Go back and heal her. Enter from the ravine. Make haste! I love you both,” I hugged Ingrid and she spirited Angelina away. I haven’t heard anything of them since that day. I went back to the cart and checked on you. A wounded man smashed a branch into my leg and I fell to the ground. He started trying to open my dress and insert himself but just then you did something unexpected.” Thinking better of telling her, Alexandre continued into the cabin door and went over to the hidden cupboard. Speaking the words the glow appeared and she reached into darkness and retrieved a leather bound book. “Raven, I want y

FIND OUT IN THE BOOK 2" THE END?... TO BE CONTINUED! ___&&____ Insights from Book 2 Title: Tinted to the Sniper's Dons Daisy Vipers, the offspring of Lilith and Thierry Vipers, is a 22-year-old businesswoman in the city and a secret assassin known and feared in mob society. She has everything a good life could offer, but she lacks true love.

This was the last hour and we all wanted to go home. The crane whined, but showed Bay its teeth anyway as he struggled to his feet. The apprentice probably took that personally. Annoyed, he kicked a load of sand in the direction of the beast. This withdrew a little. He was still struggling with the spasms from the electric shock and wouldn't attack again anytime soon. But he was still hungry and would take his chance if he got it. "Eve, put the things away and listen!" My best friend almost dropped her pad when our mentor spoke to her directly - or rather, yelled in her direction. The pad and pen quickly disappeared into his pocket. All that was left was a small ink stain on her thumb.

A wall of scarred muscle materialized from pillars, ginger crop under fluorescents, ice-blue eyes feral. Rourke Harlan. Gold pinky ring glinted as his fist slammed my shoulder, pinning me against the car hood. Cold steel kissed my throat—a knife, serrated edge nicking mahogany skin. "Boss plays rough, sweetheart. Drop it, or I'll carve that smart mouth shut."