White Ranger Jungle Fury Novels & Stories

it was safe to say, Skye was seething, her once blue eyes started shifting to golden ones, a feature that had come from being a Legacy Wolves, one that appears when once’s emotions had run wildly. “We welcomed you into our home yet what did you do?! You insulted my sister and had run off that fucking mouth of yours regarding matters that do not concern yo-“ “Skye, that’s enou-“ “No, Zella. I have had enough of this! You were not the one at fault and I will keep my promise to you, the moment I found that bastard I will kill him, laws be damned.” She snarled out, eyes softening a little when she saw her twin flinch back at her harsh tone, yet a small movement at the corner of her eyes once mor

"So, Zen and Yoga relaxation techniques help?" Elias shrugged. "Actually, it does." I let out a deep breath and then lay down on the floor. It felt cool against my fur. "Do you always feel so hot as a wolf?" Xander shrugged. "Our body temperatures run higher than humans. But the good thing is that we never feel cold. We can go out into a blizzard, and it'll feel no colder than a spring breeze."

He smiled good with a good sense of humour. “First, the next three rangers you meet are bonded lone wolves. Second, all three are contemplating a shared mating with Ebony. Third, she welcomes it, so please don’t mess it up on her. Fourth, one of them looks a lot like Ran. There may be a reason, and it’s not his fault.”

Marcus is fast, but Zeus is faster, and he quickly passes Marcus and darts into the woods. The thundering sound of Zeus's paws hitting the Earth was loud as he raced through the trees, weaving around them and jumping over logs. Zeus had one thing in mind and that was to stop the Rogue before he made it to the pack house and hurt anyone. When the Alpha reaches an area where the trees thin out, he spots a small white wolf running in his direction. Zeus immediately goes for him, and their bodies collide before hitting the ground. Both wolves snarl at each other as they tumble. Jaws snap as Zeus wrestles the white wolf. The little shit is quick and squirming all over the place, making it hard fo

" I looked around and realised that the winds blowing made all the leaves surround me in a circular manner Like they were engulfing me to soothe me The water in the lake looked a lot more blue Like blue lights were being emitted by the water The old man passed me a reassuring smile "She is here son watching you....telling you she is here with you...." I found an unknown courage inside me and got up on my feet "Don't worry Ezra your mate is coming ....you can't die unless your wolf defeats me.....the thunder wolf may have power of thunder but I have power of love.."

She sighed and wiped her palms on her jeans. "I'm sorry," her words came out in a sudden rush and I had to concentrate to keep up. "My mom called the ranger last night. I knew you didn't want us to, but we started worrying about our cattle and Badger and such. We don't want a wolf that large to be running around here. I'm sorry that upsets you." She added quickly when she saw the panic in my eyes. The rusted wolf from last night was innocent, I didn't want the poor animal to suffer the same fate as Alastor. Stuck behind the thick walls of an enclosure. Never to smell the open wood, instead replaced with fried food and sweaty crowds. The thought of that wolf in the same circle of cement that

The outpost attack had ignited her anger, a simmering rage at Veyra's cult that made her fists clench involuntarily. Jasper brought up the rear, his shaggy brown hair plastered to his forehead, hazel eyes narrowed in concentration as he sniffed the air, his moon tattoo on his wrist glowing faintly. At twenty-three, his lean frame and strategic mind made him the pack's quiet observer, his wool shirt and breeches practical for the trek. Dusk, his calm but cunning wolf, heightened his senses, but emotions weighed on him: concern for the pack's unity, a subtle affection for Mara that he kept hidden, and a growing unease from the scents teasing his nose—something off, familiar yet wrong.

*River* The thrum of energy courses through me as I lead the pack through the forest, our paws pounding against the earth in a synchronized rhythm. The scent of pine and damp earth fills my lungs, blending with the adrenaline that surges through my veins. Each leap and bound sends a thrill through my wolf, a heady mix of urgency and determination. I can feel the bond with my pack tightening, a shared purpose binding us as we race toward the Lycan castle.

I jump into the driver’s seat, my hands trembling as I start the engine. Just as the car roars to life, a sound pierces the night—a howl. “No… no…no…” I whisper, glancing in the rearview mirror. Pack warriors. They’ve found me. Fear grips me like a vice as I slam my foot on the gas, the car lurching forward. The trees blur past me, but in the mirror, I see them—Jason’s warriors in wolf form, their eyes glowing in the darkness, their massive forms tearing through the woods in pursuit.

DEMONS AND DEALS. Keondra cautiously looked around when the truck diverted into the woods, following a rough track. “What's happening!?” Hilda jerked up from sleep when her head hit the dashboard. “Ow!” Her palm went straight to her forehead. “Will you drive more carefully please!?” Keondra turned to him. Thane took a glimpse of her little face. “Has anyone told you how bossy you are?” “Wolves are fierce.” She shrugged. “We are domineering in nature. It is our default.”