Walker Texas Ranger Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

I agreed and walked with him, further away from the rest of the brawling. Walking with Tanner he ambly chatted about his life. Tanner was the lead warrior in this pack. He had a mate, who was once a rogue and stumbled upon her when he was on his first ever patrol of the border. He has a pup on the way and I have never seen anybody prouder of their own family. As we got away from the warriors, we took position facing each other, now in full fighting position.

“I don’t know if Roman’s talked to you about this, but there are some local legends in the parks—about what the people here call ‘ghost tigers’. There have been some sightings, and that means sometimes there are poachers. Texans with guns, looking for their fifteen minutes of fame. So we’ll need to be careful when we run.” “I see. And those ghost tigers?” “Are usually us,” Jackson confirmed quietly. Lana nodded as she sat back in her chair, the shifter-sensitive part of their conversation presumably over. She couldn’t help but let her gaze pass over his body, taking in how incredibly chiseled his features were, the heavy brow that only helped accent his eyes. Lana realized she was chewing ne

Tyler I had been running through the woods to tire my wolf when I had scented fear in the air. I followed the scent to find a woman I recognized as Aro's mate being attacked. My wolf lunged at her attacker, knocking him to the ground. The short skirmish that followed had resulted in me being stabbed in the side with silver and him taking to the air to escape.

“Well, I know a white wolf, only that he has trust issues. I doubt he'd ever believe that I have found his kind.” I felt excited to hear that. “Where is he?” I asked anxiously. “Why can I find him?” “He doesn't stay in the state, he lives in Texas.” “Can you take me there tomorrow?” “It's not necessary for you to go. I'll talk with Denver to send some warriors to fetch him for you.” “You said he has trust issues, how possible will it be for him to believe the warriors. I have to go there myself.” “Skylar, the outside isn't safe for people like you. I'll give him a call tomorrow, and I'll explain everything to him before the warriors get to his place. Okay?”

She turns around and hurries over to the table. “What did you find out?” Everleigh asked. “We thank you and Walker so much. He was able to help us get in their dreams. They are barely surviving. We already lost one warrior that was taken. Thankfully whatever they gave the guys has weakened their bonds otherwise the torture and deaths of their pack members would have them losing their minds.” Aria says with a sigh. How in the world do they know this and who the hell is the Walker guy? Is it Everleigh’s new mate? The thought of that has my blood starting to boil.

Call him a pervert, but he wanted to touch her very tiny breast, which was in the growing stage, obviously. For now, he was glad that Dora wasn’t here. Otherwise, she would have sensed his arousal. Being a werewolf, he knew why Dora’s presence was almost NIL. She was in pain and had locked herself in some part of Tiara’s mind. Either she needed time to finally overcome her pain, or she was blaming her human for this pain. “Okay!! Now you can turn.” Tiara spoke, on which Wylder turned around and tried to act… act that he was perfectly fine with her wearing just his t-shirt. She didn’t wear his denim shorts. “I need underwear. Can you at least do that?”

Seeing Hayden Walker up close after so long, I still can't get used to how handsome he was. He rolled his eyes, then looked at his watch before replying. "I am listening; say what you have to say, then leave and don't come back," I said, giving him a death glare. "I think I should be the one to get angry; you left me. You faked your death and came to New York to live in this stupid place," he barked. "Faked my death?" I asked him. “More like protecting myself from dying at the hands of you and your family. Please leave me alone; I won't come back; I will live my life quietly; I won't bother you."

Ryder POV We made it through Redwood territory without incident, though the border guards had eyed us with obvious suspicion. Fifteen Iron Fang bikes rolling through their land didn't sit well with the traditional packs, but they'd let us pass when Doc explained we were seeking Elena Nightwhisper. Apparently, the ancient healer commanded respect even among alphas who might otherwise turn us away at their borders. Now we were in no-man's-land, where the mountain pass stretched ahead in a series of narrow, winding curves. Dense pine forest pressed in on both sides, creating perfect ambush territory that made my wolf pace restlessly beneath my skin.

Surrounding this figure are scenes of fierce battles against vampires, showcasing the relentless defense of Shrouded Peaks. The edges of the mural depict moments of unity within the pack, with werewolves standing shoulder to shoulder against vampires. A howling wolf, abandoned in the corner with a string connecting her to the imposing black wolf. “Who did that represent?” Lana points at the wolf that is intricately woven into the complicated piece. “That’s Lady Hera. She was Alpha Damien’s mate.” Amidst the detailed piece of art, there are glimpses of serene landscapes, evidence of the pack's enduring connection to the natural world. Hidden within the mural, Lana notices small details, perha

They were able to infiltrate the Hotel within minutes. Helicent was the first inside, shooting Vampire after Vampire with a shotgun loaded with ultraviolet. Lyall followed just behind her. They might not adore each other, but they are mated. And Lyall couldn’t help but protect Helicent with his life, she is despite everything, his Wolf Tamer.