Royal Ranger Book 6 Novels & Stories

Never in a million years, if someone had told me that one day I would be involved with a prince who's, in fact, real-life royalty, I would have snorted and laughed at their gentle, stupid face. Me and royalty--hah! Me sleeping with a prince—haha, f*ck you! How do you even come up with something that stupid? How have the dice rolled? It feels like yesterday when I saw Ryker at one of those engagements clearly arranged for him to attend to win popularity in the republic by the palace. He showed up in all his glory with palace security details following closely behind him and observing the crowd. Luckily, I was handling the responsibility by the firm to take care of his private function and cat

Damn it, they could be joining Rio and the rogues headed for the mansion. I went down from the top of a big tree which I stay hidden from a human sniper. "Your majesty!" Calib shouted after he conquered his opponent and ripped off his head. "Let's go Calib the rogues and Rio are heading to the mansion, Alpha Xander is in danger." Bodies of our warriors slayed from the silver bullets and some who lost the fight against the rogues have bleed and painted the ground red. The green leaves of the plants and the flowers have all turned into blood. What was once a sanctuary for animals have turned into a death ground.

She checked the belt again, leaned over to push Beauty’s hair behind her ear and gave her a sincere look. “Everything is going to be fine, Beauty. I―” Pain exploded in Jessie’s back. She was thrown forward and her body slumped over Beauty and the seat. The Species woman screamed. “Sniper!” Trey yelled. Jessie fought to push herself up despite not being able to draw breath from the pain in her back. Beauty shrieked in terror again and glass exploded from the front 59 Laurann Dohner

The day of the confrontation arrived cold and grey. Elara stood at the edge of the forest, looking out at the fortress where the shadow waited. The sky was overcast, heavy with the promise of snow. The wind was cold and sharp, carrying the scent of pine and earth and the distant threat of winter. Behind her, the wolves of the Dominion had gathered, their faces grim, their eyes filled with hope and fear. They had come to see their queen face the darkness. They had come to witness the end of the threat.

"Promise me you’ll be here at the end of the day.” “I promise,” I whisper. Roman walks by, clapping a heavy hand on my head. “You’re a perfect Luna,” he says with a crooked grin. "Your parents will be proud." That makes me smile, just a little. Then the woods erupt with wild howls. It happens fast, a thunderous crash, the stench of blood and rot, and suddenly, the rogues pour through like a living wave. We didn't even have the time to interpret them and keep them from entering the main pack grounds. And they don’t hesitate to destroy everything in sight.

The heavy iron chains clanked loudly against the floor behind me, a rhythmic death knell in the stillness of the corridor. As they pulled me toward the dark dungeon stairs, I forced my head up, desperate for one last glimpse. Rowan remained on his knees. He had stopped growling. He was no longer struggling. His gaze was fixed straight ahead—glassy, black, and completely hollow. As they dragged me into the dark, he didn't blink. He didn't look at me. The King of Dravenwood was gone, and only an empty shell remained.

{Isla’s POV} My Dad shot to his feet, that Kingly reflex. The rest of us slowly joined my Dad on our feet as we watched panting Ralph halt before him. “What do you mean Rogues near the Palace.” My Dad voiced, visibly enraged as his muscles stiffened and his claws dug slightly out. He stood taller than Ralph and his annoyance poured out in waves. Ralph noticed this and trembled. “Over at Opal Pack, Your Highness. Rogues have attacked and they are setting everything on fire!” Ralph voiced.

Failure… invites retribution beyond mortal endurance. Raven traced the words with a trembling finger. Her pulse thudded in her throat—silent to her ears, but she felt every beat. Vampires. Victoria. The king. She closed the book. Pressed it to her chest. Her life might depend on these pages. On whether she could master them before the king decided her fate. On whether sanctuary turned to cage… or worse. She lay back on the velvet. Stared at the ceiling where faint crimson runes pulsed like distant heartbeats.

Revenge for killing my mate, and revenge for the power that should have never gone to her. I looked out of the cabin I was staying in and looked out at the forest. Birds chirped in the distance as the sun began to fall for the day. I took a sip of my tea before a smile spread on my face. Shortly after, a roar unlike I’d heard before echoed in the forest. Excitement filled my belly. It was officially time for the Queen to fall and a King to now control. THE END. THIS CONCLUDES BOOK ONE: DANCING WITH FATE.

I question. “That is where you are wrong. Not just Samirya, but all the kingdoms of the northern region have dragon slayer leaders. My grandfather has forged alliances with those other kingdoms. Sixten does not feel comfortable moving through lands filled with slayers, which is why he needs safe passage. I can give him that passage if I become the ruler of Samirya,” she explains. Why is it that I of all people am caught up in such a complex problem? I miss when things were a lot simpler than they are now.