White Ranger Jungle Fury Novels & Stories

"Hey! That's my toy!" I watch as the kid cries for her toy, being bullied by older kids. I stood up from the roof and walked away, I hate seeing such scenarios. I walked towards the Grymkin's forest, my clan's forest, this is where my clan moved after someone had spread a hideous rumor about us, which is true. Our clan controls fire. The kingdom has given us the title of "Grymkin's Protector" when in fact we can burn this forest down into ashes.

AUTHOR'S POV Frost coated the pine needles like crushed glass. Paws tore through the frozen mud. Sprinting through the dense mountain forest just a mile from the concrete bunker, Jordan pushed his massive black wolf form to the absolute limit. Burning the restless, violent energy out of his muscles kept him focused. Running right beside him, a smaller, sleek brown wolf matched his pace. Amberly playfully snapped her jaws at his shoulder. Dodging the bite, Jordan barked a rough, rumbling sound of amusement. He bumped his heavy shoulder against her ribs, sending her tumbling softly into a snowdrift. She popped up instantly, shaking the white powder from her fur, and launched herself at his che

Ryder panted while fighting off rogue wolves. “You mean she exhausted the entire wheel ?” I asked in surprise. “I don’t think so. One or two spokes of Spirit Energy should be left,” Ryder replied and then grunted as he stabbed a rogue wolf to death. “No. She used the spokes to heal Jax too. He was here all alone with Ty’s Dad- Uncle Tyson before we arrived,” I revealed. “Ty took them to the infirmary,” I added while pushing a bunch of wolves straight into the lava filled river that flowed below the steep cliffs.

Hazel pouted, her lower lip sticking out. They set out for a run, Hazel feeling weary as they jogged. Eventually, she allowed Aurum to take over, and in her wolf form, she connected with Wyatt and Ruben through a unique bond. Hazel discovered an intriguing aspect of herself, learning to use her heightened senses to perceive her surroundings. Wyatt and Ruben taught her to use the mist as cover and how to track adversaries. Upon their return, Hazel learned combat techniques in her human form. Though she couldn't match Ruben's speed, she could still hold her ground. The key was in swiftly reading her opponent, identifying weaknesses, and striking.

All other words fail me. She pats my head and smiles. “Bring the car back safe and sound, you hear me?” I have to laugh at that. Then I hop over to Ryder’s side and literally drag a very confused Ryder to a shed not far away from the iron gates where the dusty jeep is kept. Ryder may have the power of the pearl and I, the strength and agility of the succubus, but the fact is, no werewolf can ever outrun a moving vehicle, especially not one that can move at sixty to seventy miles per hour.

The ranger never heard him. When the ranger finally made it back to his truck, he yanked the door open and jumped in, slamming the door. He cranked the motor over, nearly flooding it in his panic, but it coughed to life and he slammed it into gear. He spun the truck around and gunned it, creating a rooster tail of dirt and pine needles behind the rear tires.

We just needed to find a way. Rek wasted no time in pushing himself forward, my bones twisting form, altering swiftly and efficiently into the large, toned form of the deep grey wolf he was, a slight brown undertone to his thick heavy fur. Beautiful amber eyes. A proud beautiful wolf to look at, but a fierce and angry character too when he was crossed. And he was not happy right now, his paws soon picking up speed as he dashed across the rough ground of the forest.

she gestured to me, "Ananya?" "Yeah, I already know who they are" I beamed taking in every single one of them. "Then tell us who is who" she crossed her arms over her chest. I turned to look directly at the red-dressed dark-haired guy, "This's Tyler, the red ranger," my gaze then went to the girl with a pink jacket and straight back hair, "Shelby, the pink ranger," the guy with a green cap and small eyes, "Riley, the green ranger," my eyes took in the excited form of the guy with messy hair up to his shoulders and his muscle packed biceps, "Koda, blue ranger, " and finally resting on the guy with a white button-up shirt with black pants, "and Ivan, the gold ranger"

They’re filth, Mara—hunt, protect! Jasper stood at the ravine’s entrance, his burly frame a solid barrier, sandy hair tousled by the wind, blue eyes narrowed, his axe gripped in both hands, its blade gleaming, the knuckle scar on his hand glinting as he shifted his stance. His tunic was layered with a fur-lined vest, Sam’s fire his star, Mara’s heat his sun, the pack’s legacy his shield. The cold bit at his skin, but his warmth held steady, the wraiths’ snarls a call to battle. Boulder, his wolf, rumbled, his tawny form poised, head low, eyes sharp. Stone holds, pup—stand, fight!

Making my way to the forest that lined the side of the pack house, I stripped out of my clothes, hid them behind a bush, and shifted, giving Jasper complete control. The moment I did, I retreated to the back of my mind, letting him have some time alone. I watched as he caught sight of a rabbit. Jasper's primal instinct took over as he chased the rabbit. His muscles flexed, and his claws dug into the dirt as he ran. Feeling wild and free, he was in his element. Although the rabbit eventually escaped, Jasper was unfazed. He lifted his head and let out a triumphant howl, reveling in the joy of the chase.