White Ranger Mystic Force Novels & Stories

Mom’s lower lip trembled as she looked on, Jewel took her hand and they both walked forward and we all followed and slowly walked through our old pack lands, Goddess knows how much I loved this place. We walked to the back of the pack house where there was now a large tree with beautiful white flowers blooming and the smell is amazing! I close my eyes and inhale {{ this is the tree isn’t it? }} I looked at Luna Jewel and she nodded { it is, come on Moli, let’s change and come back, it’d be faster that way } my mom nodded and they both walked off and after a few minutes my mom’s wolf emerged from the trees, it’s been so long since I’d seen her wolf, she’s a beautiful auburn color with brown e

"Hey wait up” I yell at my best friend Annabelle Haul. She’s a tall 5’9” beauty. She has long red hair that stops just below her bottom. She perfect in every way and she isn’t afraid to show anyone what they get when they mess with her or me for that matter. Who am I?!? My name is Tiffany Tow I’m the daughter to Calvin Tow the bata of Blue Moon Pack. I’m an omega or at least that’s what my wolf and I want everyone to think. You see I’m a very special she-wolf but we will get to that later.

he continued, after a brief pause for thought. As the two chatted, Mist resided back in the Khan household on his throne, his fist clenched. “Father… What do we do? Lincoln said that if we didn’t kill Zephyr, he would leave,” Puck said angrily. Mist was not happy, Lincoln was an outsider after all, he had no right to be so audacious, yet what could he do? They needed him. “This b*stard, he’s getting more and more demanding! He’s nothing but a pet to us, how dare he overstep his boundaries!” Mist exclaimed as he slammed his fist onto a table. “And you, didn’t you say Zephyr was just a Strength of level four?” Mist turned his anger towards Puck, “Why was Lincoln so badly beaten? He is a Streng

He looked to where he had been injected about two week ago and saw a small dent,he touched it and it seemed to warm up,his purple hair turned normal, a natural sandy blonde. He was visibly shaken. What the hell was going on? He stepped backwards and accidentally flung his toothbrush from his hand. The brush was falling to the ground and he stretched his hand forward,aiming to catch it when it suddenly stopped, mid air. A gust of wind seemed to be holding it from falling, he was flabbergasted. What sort of magic was this? Could his mum be playing a prank on him? No that couldn't be, she didn't have that much of a sense of humor and besides, she was just from hospital, he doubted she would do

I can’t seem to have an answer to them, and I don’t know who might have an answer to that. “Hey Maya,” I uttered through the mid-link to her. “I’m here; talk to me,” she answered, coming to the front of my head. “How did you get strength the other time?” I asked in a confused and curious tone. “I just felt something zap through me as our fur brushed. The contact gave me some kind of energy and power that made me feel the urge to kill the rogue wolf instantly,” Maya explained. “Did you notice the loud growl also?” He asked.

Why do it have to be facing the door. My poor ass. "And what the hell do you think you're doing." Xavier growls from behind me. Is he a werewolf or something? An Alpha in particular. Why does this kind of bad things always happen to me? "Hmm, trying to pick the file." I smile sheepishly at the awkward position we are in. "Move." "I can't move, not now that I have gotten so close to picking it." I scowl. "Then hurry up." He snorts.

' he said, pushing her hand away from his arm and walked out of the hospital. 'Iris', Roxy said, filled with jealous fury. 'You shall not win this war. 'I shall make sure of it!' Leaving the hospital, she went to a clutter of houses, where she met a young wizard. She had been attracted to Morgan, the first time she met him and they had been lovers ever since. She could not say for sure what attracted her. Was it because he was of the witches clan or was it his sexual allure? She could not tell and honestly didn't really care.

The energy inside me grew stronger, prepared to protect my pack from any danger coming our way. All of a sudden, a shadowy shape appeared from the darkness. My heart beat faster when I saw bright red eyes shining in the light of the fire. But as the figure stumbled into view, my battle-ready stance faltered. It was a messenger, badly wounded and on the verge of collapse. I recognized the scent immediately – Clearwater Pack. Xander caught the messenger as he fell. Without hesitation, I went to his side, and my hands started to shine with healing energy. When I touched the injured messenger, I felt the comforting warmth of my power flowing through me, mending his wounds and relieving his pain.

Sorry to have you here on such short notice but what I am about to tell you write now is very crucial and should not go out of this room . Rose : The thing is that I am a mystic wolf along with this young man here . My element is Fire while his is water . While trying to find my element I met my familiar and it told me that a war is about to take place between 2 powerful species one being us and the other side is unknown, which makes them have a upper hand due to having element of surprise. The only way we can win right now is for us to win is if we can gather all four of the mystic wolves and start training the whole werewolf population since we know nothing about the war other than the

The crowd screamed as the force of my power rippled through the room, but the next rogue—more determined, more calculating—lunged at me, a cruel smirk on his face. His claws raked across my arm, and I gasped in pain, feeling the sharp sting of the wound. I stumbled back, my vision blurring as the room spun. The power I had unleashed earlier began to falter, my control slipping. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t ready. But then, a blur of motion intercepted the rogue. Hazel, one of the gifted wolves I had been training with, appeared out of nowhere, her form shifting as she knocked the rogue away with a force that was both graceful and lethal.