Angry Tiger Eyes Novels & Stories

I yelled out in anger, spitting the words out with my fury coating them and I felt the quadruplets blue eyes clawing at me like talons. Breathing heavily, my chest heaved as anger overwhelmed me. My eyes burned with tears that I couldn’t hold back as I clutched my chest before looking up at Rhys with burning, reproachful eyes. I glared at him, making sure that he could see the anger in my eyes, hot tears trickled down my cheeks and it wasn’t because I was sad, it was because I was annoyed and partly satisfied that I was going to have the opportunity to reject these egotistical pricks.

It opened its mouth wide and pounced on Tang Ying. However, Tang Ying relied on her peerless Martial Emperor level strength to dodge the tiger's attack in the blink of an eye and rode on its back. The sharp nails seized the right time and dug straight into the tiger's eyes. The tiger roared miserably. Caught off guard, its eyes were blinded by Tang Ying. The wild tiger was extremely irritable and slammed Tang Ying to the ground. Tang Ying steadied herself in mid-air and retreated to the edge.

“I'll rip your tongue out, son of a bitch.” Katie growled, but he only reacted by pressing his body even harder against her, which only fueled her need. Her own body was betraying her. “Who the hell are you?” he growled, his voice piercing her skin, giving her goosebumps. He was so close to her that she stared right into her silvery eyes, which were swirling with power; this wasn't normal, even for werewolves; eyes weren't meant to do that.

he finally talked, and though Shark tried not to look shocked, but the shocked look dominated his face, giving Tiger the opportunity to make the next move. He got his knife and sank it into his throat, cutting it open, but he didn't stop after one cut, he continued sinking and removing repeatedly, cutting through his multiple veins till his neck is in shreds in his palm, then he removed the black pouch on his right eye. He only used the porch as a camouflage, his two eyes are actually still complete. "I knew it, Shark can't be a softie like this, he's not Shark" Tiger muttered, letting go of his limp body which fell on the ground immediately, his head flying off his neck.

His red eyes depict anger. "Let me save him first, Alpha Ryder, and I'll be yours" I whimpered

I couldn't help but whimper as I found myself locked in the gaze of his chilling eyes. I had witnessed his anger in the past, but this time, it was different. He appeared poised to unleash deadly wrath. His vibrant blue eyes crackled with an untamed fury, his face flushed with rage, and his clenched jaw twitched uncontrollably. The Artemy standing in front of me revealed his true nature, a merciless being whose reputation as a monster had always preceded him. And here I was, trapped within the very den of the creature that instilled fear in the hearts of all.

Her teary eyes are angry and I know I’ve overstepped my boundaries. “You…just who do you think you are, huh?!” The tigress flares up at me, pointing a firm finger into my face as her face squeezes into a look of disgust towards me. “What? You think because you’re rich, hot, sexy, a damn flirt, and…I don’t even know what makes you feel so proud and arrogant about the repulsive person you are!” Wait- what?

Holy Jesus! Tiger, yes, it was Tiger. Oh! Shit. I came back opening the door. Fluttered! He fluttered his lashes and opened his eyes again and again. Tiger literally blinked his eyes more than five times to confirm the view in front of him. He wasn’t able to avert his eyes from me. “Am I looking like a clown?” I tittered whilst mirroring myself. His gaze made me doubt myself. “No… in fact you are….” He muttered. Squinted! He squinted his eyes whilst having my view from top to bottom. His mouth fell wide open in awe as he was awestruck by the frame in front of him.

This Lycan looked batshit crazy and it scared the hell out of the Tiger. *****

This moment must be hard for him and for reasons I really can't explain I want to be here for him. I follow the smell into his study. He’s there, sitting in the dark, a glass of something strong clutched in his hand. His veins are taut, his jaw clenched. But it’s his eyes that stop me cold, they're no longer the rare silver-green I know, but a deep, glowing gold, burning with rage. I gasp. The sight sends a shiver down my spine. Those eyes are not just angry, they’re dangerous.