White Ranger Mystic Force Novels & Stories

Ryan leans back in his chair and stares blankly out the windows behind me in thought. I continue, “She can shift. She’s a strong, agile wolf. A fucking beautiful one, if I’m being honest. All white with some silver mixed in. No issues there. Her other abilities… she never had training. She’s a mystic, but she’s the only one in Crescent Falls.” “Beside you and Dad,” he cuts in. “It’s never been confirmed whether Dad is a mystic.” “But you both read the stars in the orrery, or whatever. Can Sarah?”

I clarified. "Well your majesty alpha, we could take down their defences with a threat. We should have something threatening." one of the Warriors suggested. "And what do you think we can threaten them with?" I asked curiously. "Well, Alpha Troy is a man with a very young sister, about 5 years old and would do anything for her. So just use Edriana to transport you directly to his office, that way No one will suspect or realize you're there. And once in his office, order him hand over his pack or you will hurt her, and when he agrees and orders his patrols down, we march in and take over, bringing them to our pack lands as our new members under your rule." Daxton said. I'm surprised he actual

Someone was approaching us from behind. ‘Run, Xara!’ I prodded her, and she broke into a run. However, the footsteps persisted, and at that point, I knew I was in trouble. More than one enemy was chasing me. I knew who they could be. They were the enemy, the wolves of the Mystique Moon Pack. ‘Zeus! Help!’ cried Xara, establishing a mind-link with Zephyrus’ wolf. “Zephyrus, help me, please!” I cried out too.

I said, out of nowhere grasping the abnormal fragrance and her powerful appearance. "For sure I am," Morgana answered, sounding practically pleased. "Furthermore, an exceptionally strong one at that. Adequately strong to free you of your Rasha issue for the last time." Different wolves mumbled among themselves. I could detect their energy, their expectation. Be that as it may, something didn't feel right. "What's the trick?" I asked, keeping my voice consistent. "Wizardry generally accompanies a cost. What's yours?" Morgana's eyes shined. "Shrewd young lady. You're right, obviously. There is a cost. A somewhat critical one, though it pains me to say so."

I had personally never met a more corrupt fucker than him, and I had met plenty of corrupt fuckers in my short life thus far. Something that Kalamar figured out, per Angel’s own inquisitive question, was that Mystics were able to absorb elemental abilities, since they were immune to them, and infuse it into their own ability. Her light had mixed with his water affinity, and created a spray of water, which then held light that was as hot as the sun. That meant every single Mystic would be able to harness it this way. There were twenty-four dragons here today between the two thunders. Brynn was reaching out to a couple more that the Council had alliances with. She was hopeful that they would g

But at that very instant of surrender, a strange, violent pulse of warmth surged from the deepest part of my lower abdomen. It wasn’t the suffocating warmth of Hunter’s bond. It was something completely different, something ancient—a pure, celestial, overwhelming energy I had never experienced in my twenty years of life. My mystical wolf, the one everyone in the pack had insisted was nonexistent, dead, or defective, showed signs of life for the very first time. A subtle flash of silver light illuminated my dark eyes in the gloom of the forest, and the weakness vanished entirely from my muscles, replaced by renewed strength that had me back on my feet in the blink of an eye.

Raina’s words held confidence that I didn’t fully hold in myself. Because Ivy had been suppressed for a year, much of the last several weeks since I had gotten her back were spent just talking anyway. But this would take much more effort. I was concerned that I wouldn’t be able to do it. Raina, sensing that I was uneasy, stood and took my hand, pulling me up. “Coral, you are a very powerful red wolf. I am powerful because I know how to use all of my abilities. You,” She said, pointing at me. “You are powerful in ways I didn’t think were possible. It is as if your abilities have taken something from all of the red wolves. It is amazing.”

They were well dressed but not uncomfortably so. The werewolf was much taller than any she-wolf Chloe had ever seen. Chloe was instantly reminded of the tales of Amazonian warriors who were regarded for their beauty, strength and combat abilities. There was nothing but muscle on this female and yet she was beautiful with her eyes and thick long hair the same colour black of espresso coffee. Bronze skin peeked out from under the black uniform she was wearing that hugged her trim figure like a second skin. Chloe could tell this she-wolf was not to be messed with and yet her luscious lips were tilted into a friendly smile that even the coldest of hearts couldn’t resist. It took a few moments to

With Miguel's return to the room, the two could come across two guys standing at his door, one with brown hair in a well-aligned haircut, a shaved beard and standing with his hands in his pockets while the other was talking super excitedly, gesturing a lot. This one had dark blond hair combed back. As Miguel approached the duo, he put his hand on Catherine's shoulder, making her look at him a little scared at first. His hand was warm, and he had to take a step to his side, which made her smell his wonderful scent. It was Miguel's perfume, with a woody odor that matched perfectly with his lumberjack style. The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her.

“A mage. It’s kind of like a witch… but I draw upon the forces of nature. I get my strength from the forest.” She didn’t blink for several seconds as she tried to figure out if I was telling her the truth or making things up. After a while, she shook her head and mumbled a curse word under her breath, which immediately drew my mom’s disgust. “Sorry,” Grayson said. “It’s just… I don’t know how any of that is possible. You’re trying to tell me that those wolves were Sam, Ben, Joshua, and Raven?” “Yes,” I assured her. “Just because they have the same color of eyes?”