Will From Ranger's Apprentice Novels & Stories

He can bear to face the anger of his boss, but it's impossible to go against the Raven prince. "Boss, you know about the Raven prince. He will kill anyone and everyone who goes against him or threaten the people he cares about. He is a force to be reckoned with. Both Valerie and the Raven queen are under his protection. I cannot do it" he replied apologetically. The kidnapper glared at his spy. "If you cannot do it, then hire someone else. If the Raven prince is the problem, then attack him first" he suggested. The spy became pale.

With that, Rowell stepped forward and Emmett bowed himself to the end of the hall and joined Feri. "We all know the story of Victor – General Tane’s final apprentice – and the retrieval of his blade. General Tane has been storing that blade among the few possessions that he carried with him on the road," he paused as the hall took a silent moment in memory. "Our entire regiment felt the sad loss and thought General Tane might never again find happiness. Then, to our amazement, a woman walked into our camp a few months ago who needed to see our captain. Little did we know at the time that this amazing woman had won over the heart of Mikail Tane as she would soon do to the rest of us. And so i

Rex manged to say, holding unto his stomach. "One thing she despises is an attack on humans. Let the both of them go or you will be creating problems for your pack. You know nothing is hidden under the sun, we know your hideouts" "Fall back" Rex finally said after being intimidated with the indirect threat. Val was shoved out angrily out of the car whilst one of Raven's men helped him remove the celotape from his mouth also untying him quickly. They vanished immediately leaving the both of us to find our way back.

For a split moment before appearing, a vampire has the ability to see his or her destination, which is helpful in preventing oneself from transporting over a cliff. I saw that Ran was already present, and I appeared sitting next to him. Ran wasn't a Council member. He was my vampire lieutenant, or second-in-command. Paul used to accompany me, but since it takes him hours to get back and forth on motorcycle, he grudgingly agreed to allow Ran to accompany me. It was mainly because he didn't like being so far away from the baby. I was relieved because despite how capable my husband is as a werewolf, his blood also happens to be a delicacy to vampires. I didn't like the idea of him being the onl

Ranger sighed deeply, “because this entire venture has cost me everything I love, and now that I’m so close to ending this, how can I possibly keep myself from interfering with the natural flow of events?” … … … Ranger shifted uncomfortably as he glanced back over his shoulder. “I know! I can sense it.” He took in a long, cautious inhale. “They’re here.” More footsteps could be heard approaching from behind Ranger, but he remained as still as possible, trying not to draw attention to himself. Within seconds, a small party emerged from the trees, all armed for a fight. From the corner of his eye, it was clear that these were not Ravennites.

I knew exactly how to pull his tail, though, and I intended to use it. Finally, there was Rafe Moonhunter, the young guardian waiting for the old pack protector to pass so he could claim the title of Chief Ranger. But Rafe was a coward at heart; he would never defy the shadow of Tavon Thornwolf, Malakai’s sire and the old tyrant of the territory. Everything those four alphas owned was built on Tavon’s blood-soaked legacy. I reached the heavy oak doors of the central hall, my breath shallow as I slipped through the gap. I needed a moment to settle my beast before stepping into the thick of the scent markers.

“What do you mean?” Vance stops directly in front of me, crossing his massive arms over his chest. “You’re already my apprentice, boy. I accepted your blood-oath the day you survived three minutes against my broadsword in the executioner’s pit two years ago.” I stand frozen, my brain stalling out. The silence in the armory grows heavy as I stare at him in total disbelief. Peyton, equally stunned, looks back and forth between us. “He’s your apprentice? Why didn't you tell the High Council? That bloodline status alone would have protected him from the Whitmores!”

"My father works for him. He helped me get my nursing license. Why would he want me dead? I didn't see anything involving him. I saw you, Ruan. I saw the Phantoms." Ruan let go of Gnash and walked toward me, his heavy boots thudding softly on the dirt floor. He reached out, his hands hovering over my shoulders before he finally pulled me into his chest. I buried my face in his ruined leather vest, the scent of gunpowder and cedarwood the only thing keeping me grounded. "Gnash," Ruan barked, not looking away from me. "What does Vance have to do with the Vipers?"