Ranma Novels & Stories

Kent, an Alpha, probably tired and under pressure of taking care of his clans. He probably doesn’t get to enjoy the simpler things in life like the sunsets. So this was why my sister Marianna was sauntering around in her room in an orange dress which reflected back golden light when she moved, because Marianna was right, I always knew what these werewolves liked. The dress was perfect. Marianna looked perfect. Kent won’t know what hit him. “Mother,” I lazily called. When she didn’t answer I yelled, “Mother, get your butt up here now!”

Rina and I, on the other hand, have spent hours training every day for months with trained fighters. When Caesar leaps at Rina, she dives underneath him, flipping onto her back quickly and raking her claws down his underside. As he crashes to the ground, she flips back up, getting to her feet to face her father. I see the surprise on Caesar’s face a moment before Rina leaps at him. He rolls out of the way, but not before she tears a chunk of fur and skin off his back.

OK, I'll introduce you. Rania Ratu Ramadhani. Is the twin sister of Kania. I don't know it all just happened. Rania is suffering from brain cancer. But the disease can be cured, right? If only Kania didn't force her father to fish in the lake and didn't force her sister to come along, surely her father and sister would still be with her now.

A wall of shadows and steel stood in my way. To my left, the "Culture Clash" had reached its deadliest peak. Runa and Damon were fighting side-by-side in a display of martial poetry that was as beautiful as it was terrifying. Runa didn't fight with a weapon; she fought with her entire body, shifting her weight and her form with a fluidity that left the Council’s guards swinging at empty air. She would duck under a spear, vault over Damon’s massive golden shoulder, and sink her claws into the neck of a Void-Shield warrior before his comrade could even react. Damon was the anchor to her storm. He stood like a golden monolith, his massive Amber-axe glowing with the heat of a miniature sun. Ever

Drop the weapons or I will empty this magazine into your skull, kid!" one of the mercenaries barked, his face covered in grease and soot as he yanked me upward by my leather collar. "Get your hands off the young master!" Amira Cole screamed, abandoning all tactical restraint as she lunged at the closest soldier, utilizing a hidden ceramic blade to slice across his forearm before the other two operatives pinned her against the chassis of the overturned vehicle.

Chapter 7 Raul’ s POV Far be it from me to deny Scarlett what she wants, so when she started panting, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”, I had to comply. I am, after all, a gentleman. I unbuckle my jeans and start to slide them off as Scarlett, with one of her extended claws, makes my job easier and slices them off. It’s a good thing that she and I started keeping extra clothes at each other’s pack houses because of this very thing.

The broken glass from the windowpane began to hover around her boots, clicking together like teeth. Rohan lunged from the side, his claws aimed at her throat to distract her, but Ravena didn't even turn around. She simply flexed her fingers, and a wave of kinetic force slammed into his chest, pinning his massive frame flat against the wall. The plaster cracked behind his head. He snarled, his muscles bunching as he fought against the invisible weight holding him down, his claws tearing deep grooves into the wallpaper.

Preparation is key for the impending battle, Kira told her before she started training her. Charlotte begins her training regimen with a series of stretching exercises, her movements fluid and precise. Limbering up her body, she ensures that every muscle is ready for the challenges ahead. With each stretch, she focuses her mind, channelling her inner strength and determination. She starts with the basics, honing her agility and speed by darting through the underbrush with the grace of a prowling predator. Each movement is deliberate, and calculated, as she weaves between trees and leaps over fallen logs, her wolfish instincts guiding her every step.

Rail ran to avoid the bodyguards to a deserted park. He deliberately avoided the many inhabitants of hell that roamed around so that he was free to attack the royal guards. But Rail is surrounded, once again he can't go anywhere. The royal guards were ready to attack Rail, they advanced simultaneously. Rail moved quickly, he dodged then jumped to the side. His movements are like people demonstrating their martial arts movements. Then he twisted his body until the spear was about to strike his body. Rail is very agile and precisely dodges several attacks from the royal guards.

Carla informed us. This was a typical thing for our pack, the Shadow pack. We were the only pack in the world that had the whole town and school. Other packs liked to come and admire our set up. Some even try to create it themselves but it never seems to work out for them. Carla's Dad is the pack Beta and her Dad tells her almost everything since she's the next Beta in line. He is working with her even more since she and James discovered that they are mates and there isn't a danger that she will have to leave the pack. That's yet another reason why I don't want to find my mate.