Jungle Fury Ranger Novels & Stories

Come off it, Lieutenant. Smith nodded in the affirmative as his eyes beamed with certainty. ''As a matter of fact, inspector, there's a big chance that Jack Banning is roaming still far in the ColdWolf woodland,'' Smith affirmed. ''We traced his phone call with Salim to the untamed forest around the Gulf Coast, and a search team has been despatched to the forest on the Chief of Police's order.''

I could feel it flowing into me as a cool soothing feeling battled with the anger and burning rage. It was as if two halves of me were battling to take hold of me, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. When we spotted the warriors fighting with what I recognised as Trent’s wolf and two others I connected to my warriors. They stood down straight away, even as I can hear Dylan shouting through the link to all available warriors to look for me, they stood down at my word.

Jungle:- Raf entered the jungle and shifted into Logan the moment his feet touched the damp earth. The transformation rippled through him like a violent release—bones snapping, muscles stretching, rage pouring out of his veins and into the massive black wolf he became. Logan threw his head back and howled loudly, the sound raw, furious, and aching as it echoed through the dense forest. Then he ran. Running was the only thing that ever calmed him when his anger became unbearable. Whenever Rafael felt like the darkness inside him would consume everything in its path, he came here—into the wild, where no one could hear his roars or see his loss of control.

His gaze following every single movement Jayson made, if I didn't hate him and kind of want him dead, then I probably would have appreciated his protection a little more. "Who says I took them down without any help?" I returned the question without hesitation. "There's not a man out there is stupid enough to help a rogue. They especially wouldn't dare help a rogue who was residing so close to the border of another territory," Jayson replied with confidence. "If that's the case then I guess I took them all down on my own. Me, a week she-wolf who has been living the life of a rogue for ten years, single handedly killed eighty of your best fighters. Men who had been trained from the age of twel

He might be looking at his future beta. When it came to battle, actual fighting, Rex got the 'wolf’s share' in the way of brute strength, but had a hard time controlling his rage, and needed an opponent who could help him focus that rage. As a Dark Alpha, Rex got into scraps constantly, losing more than winning , but he kept going.

Joshua Fury pov My dad is pissed at me again it seems as I stare at Claire my human mate. Yes a fucking human in my pack isn't exactly safe. Claire is tiny like Aunt May and my mom both look sad I'm doubting the mate bond. Why you ask? Simple she is human a weak , tiny but sweet human and I got enemies out the ass pissed because me Joshua Fury has a ultimate wolf like my dad does. Fury is his wolf's name and the pack is named after him.

The blue plasma energy inside them was violently sucked out, forming a swirling vortex in the air that shot straight into Valen’s open mouth. The Rangers stood there, holding dead, smoking sticks of metal, completely paralyzed by shock. Ashren didn't hesitate. He swept the legs of the second Ranger, knocking him out cold with a brutal strike to the jaw. He spun, launching a fist into the temple of the third, dropping him into the snow. The fourth Ranger, the youngest of the group, dropped his dead weapon and threw his hands in the air, terrified out of his mind. He looked at the giant, scarred man standing over his unconscious squadmates and then at the child who had just eaten their ammunit

Rampage walked to the man and was quickly tucked under his shoulder. “Killian, meet another of your uncles.” “He’s younger than me.” Killian objected. Glowering in annoyance. Rampage laughed outright, pointing at Killian. “I’m uncle to the great Warlord!” He struck a proud posture. Fists on his hips and posed in the morning light. “There may be statues constructed of me.” “You’re pushing it.” Killian grumbled. But I couldn’t help giggling. Killian gestured to his grandfather. “Jade meet Fury. The original.”

But after a prolonged encounter, he would have no choice but to flee, or perhaps not escape at all. Moreover, there were not just cannons, but other advanced weaponry, and a pure-blooded Kendayan wearing red military garb. This individual gave Jesta an ominous feeling, a sense that something truly dangerous was near. His druid instincts were rarely wrong. "It seems this is not the agreed-upon location; I must head further east," Jesta mused as he crouched down, slowly backing away, and retracing his steps into the jungle, heading east. His half-elf lineage granted him superior natural affinity and agility, allowing him to move effortlessly through the jungle and grasslands.

I glance back and see several warriors joining us, their eyes alert, protective. “Alpha said a few extra warriors should escort us back. Just in case.” Fury gives me a small grin and shrugs off his jacket. “Now be reasonable and climb on—” He stops when I don’t move. I just stand there watching him as he shifts. Bones crack, limbs stretch, and within seconds, Fury’s wolf stands before me—thick, dark grey fur, almost black, with kind, familiar eyes. He wiggles his tail slightly, motioning me forward.