Novel & Cerita Rangers Jungle Fury

Solo. My body hurts. My head stumbles. Lucas is in where? One hears a door creaking open. I sit quickly. It's him. Lucas here. His face is damaged, blood splattered over his temple. But his eyes, wild as they are, Very desperate. ravenous. Furious. He comes to me in a storm. down to his knees. Grasp my face between his hands. "Are you hurt?" He speaks in a raw manner. I give a shake of my head. "I—":

The metallic scent of blood filled my nose, and I closed my eyes in despair. Just then, I heard tires screeching to a stop outside the store. Seeing a black Rolls-Royce Phantom pull up at the entrance, one of the employees shouted excitedly, "Ms. Miller is here! That's her car." Fiona had finally shown up.

Talia lunged toward the nearest wolf with a grizzly snarl, muscles rippling beneath her fur. The forest exploded with motion—leaves whipping, earth scattering under her paws as she slammed into Bradly's side with bone-rattling force. Her teeth snapped inches from his muzzle, hot breath steaming in the cold air. The old wolf snarled back, a low, guttural sound that trembled between fear and defiance. It was enough to spark a fresh surge of rage through her.

Felix bellowed as he made another attempt at attacking Ragnar, only to meet a similar fate a second later, landing on the floor and spitting blood. As I saw both Zane and Felix hurt, something within me snapped. A fierce shriek escaped my throat as I fought against Ragnar's aura. My wolf's fury increased my power and speed. I landed hit after hit. I exhausted my muscles, but the effect was minimal. Ragnar's red eyes watched me getting tired as he still stood steady on his two feet, giving me a spiteful grin. He was seriously pissing me off! I jumped and threw a kick, which finally pushed him back, making him stumble back against the window.

The projected Transmigration Bureau agents charge and scatter the Ravens attacking close to the ground. Kera either slashes them apart with her overgrown talons or bites them in half with her fangs. Ankou throws a barrage of acidic blood-balls just like a rapid pitching machine. And Yama Ranger, on his creepy steed Nightmare, blasts away with his two six-shooters, a lever-action carbine in his third hand and his portal-opening lasso in his fourth.

The three elders occupied their seats, watching with wary eyes as Ragnar paced the room furiously, while Ryan stood nearby. Ragnar's jaw tensed, his fists clenched as the surge of anger boiled within him. His face bore a scowl, his gaze laced with fury that laid rooted in the depths of his eyes. Every step he took echoed the storm raging within him.

Felix’s gaze whipped toward it, his hand freezing mid-motion, tendons standing out like cords. “Get your filthy hands off my woman!” The shout was raw, furious—every word dripping with possessive rage and awfully familiar. My ears perked up even more as a shiver ran through my spine.

Once a thriving city of farmers, but when the Lura ravaged the land, bringing chaos, the city became ashes. “We have word that the army is closing in.” General Jasper walked up to her. “They are quite brave,” Atarah smirked, knowing what was coming for the enemy. “Place the snipers, block the exits. How is the air force coming?” She was looking straight ahead, at the notches, as if waiting for a long-loved one. Her dark brown hair was tied up in a messy bun, strands of curls stopped under her ears.

Nicholas walked through the battlefield and stood before the limping Naster. “Is this all you got? Naster Fangs? Aren’t you the prideful product of science and nature?” Nicholas taunted. “Show me your true color murderer.” Naster could feel his blood boil in anger as he screamed in pain, his body burning, and soon lost his sanity as the soul of countless wolves took over his body.

He cussed loudly. “Fuck!” He cuss repeatedly when the rain and winds grew stronger. The two mixed that make it difficult to adjust the fly of the chopper. He reached the safety jacket but before he got it something hit the chopper and that caused the chopper to plunge down. He removed his seatbelt and ready himself to jump in the sea. “This is fucking shit!” One more cuss came out of his mouth before he jumped.