Will From Ranger's Apprentice Novels & Stories

She stared at Ranger, heart pounding. “What the hell are you talking about?” she demanded, her voice steadier than she felt. “How do you know my father?” Ranger threw his head back and laughed, a raw, ugly sound that bounced off the concrete walls. He twisted in the chair to look at the older members seated around the table—Dagger, a couple of the originals with gray in their beards and scars from the early days. “You all hearing this? Reaper’s been balls-deep in the traitor’s daughter this whole fucking time. Fucking Wrench’s blood right under our noses.”

WWWWW…… haa…?” Vivan replied in teasing way hearing which Ravan kept his head cool and leaned in towards him “ I am going to ask you one more time who sent you to kidnap Aisha?” Ravan questioned him in his dark voice “OR better be ready to die here by hands of them” Ravan added gesturing his two dark and bulky jail guards who were reflecting image of Jahlad (Executioner)” Ravan added because of which vivan turned his facial expression to hard one and “Why do you I am following someone’s order?” Vivan questioned him back “You are still the pathetic looser you were before Vivan, your absurd mind is not that developed to think something like this, NOW TELL ME WHO THE FUCK ASKED YOU TO KIDNAP. M

Raptor growls when Apollo slaps Wendy’s hand away, showing that he’s as much of a poor loser as he is arrogant. “Are you coming, Hacker?” Raptor asks. “In a minute. I want her to know I saw her and I’m proud of her,” I say, watching as she walks back in line, getting congratulations from the other cadets. It’s good to know some of them might be worthy of Delta Squad. “Don’t take too long,” he says, leaving me there alone to watch her. As soon as her eyes meet mine, I get my favorite Wendy smile. I wink at her, then return to my own warrior training when, true to his word, Raptor makes all of us give him a hundred and ten percent.

Ranger says, entering the kitchen. When they first arrived at the fight, I was initially confused. I thought I was so near death that I must have been seeing things, but when Ranger tore through the men on me with Nickolai at his side, I knew I had been mistaken. They weren't figments, but real friends. If they could have arrived any later, not only would I not have made it, but I would have had to watch Wren die.

and finally resting on the guy with a white button-up shirt with black pants, "and Ivan, the gold ranger" The rangers looked at each other amused and a little surprised. "She knows all of this because of the program, " explained Chase to the bewildered rangers, "Trust me she knows even more," he turned to me, "Don't you?" "Yes," I nodded, "Starting from your hobbies to your fighting technics. I'm a big fan of you guys. It's so nice to meet you in person," I smiled content. "Oh please don't use formalities," Shelby said waving her hands at me, "Just treat us like your friends. After all, you're going to live with us from now on,"

Raven shifted back and threw on a pair of leggings and a shirt given by one of her warriors. Her warriors dragged him into the war room, chaining him to the reinforced post in the center, his dark robes torn and soaked in blood. His eyes fluttered open, black and empty, a faint smile curling his cracked lips as he looked at Raven. “You can’t stop it,” he rasped. Ravens nails dug into the table, her golden eyes glowing. “Stop what?” “The Hunt,” he whispered. “You think you won. You’ve only delayed the inevitable.” Ragnar stepped forward, his eyes flashing silver. “What do they want?"

Now though, we have something to unite for. He huffs. Not telling me so with words but I feel his reluctant agreement. “My wolf is going to tell me what I need to know. He isn’t happy about it, but we both only have Roses interest at heart.” I stroke my hand over her hair, letting the soft strands weave between my fingers. “And you will tell us, right?” Ranger asks with a bit of uncertainty. Like he wants to know anything he can, we all do, but also cringing at the subject matter.

Rogue stared at Ragnar's willow and smiled, clutching his fists tightly as well. “Ragnar is it, i didn't come here out of my own free will. I came here to borrow power to fight off Chronos, if I can't get your cooperation I'll stop asking power from you.” Rogue replied to Ragnar, his mouth having no spit showing that he was dead serious about the prospect. His bold claim awakened the remaining willows, they were interested in what Rogue could achieve and they came to an anonymous decision of accepting to help the boy attain his goal.

What I did not expect to see, was my intended mate, rush over and shove her out of the way. In the face of great adversity, she risked her own life, knowing she was now a slave to help another like herself. Looking away, something inside of me was drawn to her spirit at that moment. When I looked at her again, I saw how she was no longer standing in front of the Warrior warden. This time, he had her in his grasp, hanging her in midair with her feet dangling above the ground. I could not help the surge of aggression that came over me as I shifted right in front of everyone. My werewolf bounded, jumping over the perimeter fence, and landing mere feet from where the Warrior warden stood.

Teen werewolves trained for different ranks until they were ready, except healers, who trained on the Spire. A cliff overlooking our borders and the woods beyond. Vira had been ready since she was... well... six. But Rohan kept her on because she was also a good mentor. The first person I saw was Rohan, standing at the entrance with his hands behind his back. "You're late," he snarled. "You won't believe whose fault it is," I said with a snicker as I walked past.