Red Rangers Samurai Novels & Stories

Sam moves to the front of the Pack. I cannot hear what is being said but I can see Sam is tense while the man is nonchalant in his stance. I see rogues start to spill out of the forest and am appalled at the numbers. Feeling anxiety overwhelm me, I know I need to get out there. I start to see rogues attacking Sam in his human form.

It made it impossible for him to get out of the Tiger’s sight. “Does he know? But how?” Samoa thought to himself. He raised his head and saw the fighters belonging to the First Zone standing orderly with no fear. Every man and woman wore strong leather armors crafted from beast hides and possessed an air of ferocity about them. As they gazed at Rash Tiger and Frowning Tiger who were returning, their vision was full of respect and admiration. As for Samoa who was behind them, they looked at him with envy. Being chosen to accompany Tigers was a sign that they appreciated his talent. So naturally, they all knew that Samoa was someone the Tigers saw as having the potential to become a Predator.

Alex felt the change in the air and he nodded his compliance. “Okay Sam, no doctor.” He raised his hands in surrender. Sam nodded, looking like a warrior from old story books with a few red streaks running down her face from her wound. “we can do it. We’ve done it before with the horses.” “Good.” Sam put the pendant back under her blanket, tucking it against her skin. “I don’t care who does it. Let’s just get it over with.” Alex sat with Sam on the couch, holding her hand as Ethan set to work. Six sutures and a cold compress later, Sam was all fixed up.The three sat talking about horses, the Red River Cattle Company, and the upcoming events when a loud thud outside interrupted their conversa

"Hey, Sam, it's Michael Rannigan. Can you meet me tomorrow at my place?" Alone back in his apartment, Michael was tired but still restless. Having changed back into his new favorite uniform of a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, he flopped onto the leather sectional and clicked on the television. As always it was tuned to sports. There was an exhibition game that night between the Yankees and the Rangers.

Samantha is making sure that her old pack is the first to experience her wrath. The next night, the warriors, witches, and several security technicians went to the Redwood Pack. This was the time to break through all barriers. Samantha was going to blow up their security centers first, then she was going to kill Alexi. She was the one that ruined her life because of her very existence.

With his muscular body and age, Rose was sure he would be good for her. Red was Sam's female second-in-command. At 16 the red-headed woman lost 75% of one leg to a shark while surfing Down Under. They got her out very fast - she was lucky it was shallow water. Her heart stopped twice in the next 20 hours. Red was really good looking, both face and body, but she never got out. Part of it was natural when a biped lacked a leg, compounded by a case of shyness and a social awkwardness. But a greater factor was that she spent far too much time in a room gleefully having her way with a helpless CPU. Red held most ordinary guys in disdain when comparing them to her first love: super-efficient codin

Khary followed the girl as they walked through the huge castle that simply had no ending to it, if they were simple humans, then their legs would have given up on them from the sheer speed and distance they had to travel and most especially for Khary who had top walk with heavy chains all around him but he did not as much flinch at all. ‘I thought that all that time locked in the human world would have made him rust but he’s still as sharp as ever. As expected from a royal blood, my blood!’ The red-haired girl thought. “By the way my name is Samantha so you don’t end up renaming to ‘the red lady~’” Sam said dramatically with laughter. Khary just stared at her as they walked ahead with the ev

Unlike the rest of my siblings, my birth has never been celebrated. I know that at five foot ten inches I’m on the small side for an alpha, where the average height is six foot to six foot two inches, but I am not tiny. When I’m in my best condition I’m a stocky but muscular two hundred and twenty pounds. I’ve been to three packs since I’ve started the program. All three packs sent everyone in Red Fang home after only three months and anyone that gets booted early has to wait for the next run to start. Every run is a total of six months with some prospects hopping from one pack to the next for eighteen months before returning home. To my knowledge that has never happened to a Red Fang warri

Mika ran his tongue over his teeth, he was ready to taste her blood. Samantha screamed loudly in anger, then hung up the phone. I mind linked Tanner. “Hey, tell our men that Samantha is most likely with Thane Kago on his territory. They are not to pursue her or engage unless they find Samantha alone. I don’t want anyone going up against Thane unless I am there to help.” “How do you know that she could be there?” Tanner asked me. “Because the stupid bitch thought it would be a good idea to call me. She was trying to seduce her way back into our pack.” Tanner belted out laughing.

Sam sounds even more shocked, and the rouge writes something more. “No! Fuck. Can’t the rouge king help you?” Sam asks, and the rouge shakes his head. “What pack were you from?” Sam asks, and I thank him in my head for asking. “Crimson Pack?” Sam asks after reading it, and I remind myself to remember it. They talk a little more, all while Sam does his best to give us clues. They do their hunting and bring it back to where the rouges are hiding. And I see big mountains, bigger than the ones we have here nearby. But then he disappeared, dammit.