Angry Tiger Eyes Novels & Stories

His daughter was nowhere to be found, yet he spent his time flirting with another woman in his arms! Rage and the need to bring destruction kept surging into my mind and swelling into a hideous monster that threatened to flood my senses. I kicked open the door angrily, effectively shattering the romantic atmosphere. Marcus stared at me in shock. He parted his lips, looking like he was about to say something. But before he could do so, Sylvia cut him off by calling out his name lovingly. So, Marcus moved to stand before Sylvia, effectively blocking her from my line of sight. He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight.

One by one, they all exhaled, believing the danger had passed. Just as they were about to return to their casual chatter, Cathrine’s instincts screamed at her. Something heavy pounced from the shadows, knocking her to the ground. The sudden impact forced her head against the earth, and her vision blurred momentarily. When she regained focus, she found herself face-to-face with a tiger—a Bengal tiger, its fierce, unblinking eyes locked onto hers. The creature’s fangs gleamed as it growled, ready to strike.

I felt my blood freeze as I stared into the cold eyes of Lucian. My jaws dropped and I stuttered, searching for an explanation for my presence in the tunnel. “I… uhm… I…" “Be quiet!" A voice growled behind me and my breath hitched. I slowly cranked my head backward and found Killian's angry eyes on me. The beautiful blue eyes had turned dark. He walked close to the tiger and brushed his hand through its fur, teasing it. The tiger released a low, submissive growl, its tail hanging loosely. It got up on its fours and directed those dangerous red eyes at me before walking away into the dark chamber where I had met it.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

Letting rip with a roar, bouncing up in front of me with ambering eyes and a snarl to her tone. “So we’re to stay out here, unprotected, while you swan off and do god knows what? Like sitting fucking ducks, just patiently trusting you! You, who has given us nothing at all to even trust!” that wolfish aggression comes through in waves of oozing anger and her eyes glow even brighter as her temper explodes.

He had thought his mates eyes were beautiful, but these eyes, they were mesmerising, flashing from dark grey to hazel to silver. "You remember how I said the midwife saw mine and Rose marks before running to fetch the villagers?" Allen asked, desperately wanting to bury his face in his Alphas neck, to hide the eyes that had almost gotten him and his sister and mother murdered. The eyes that it had taken him and Rose years to learn how to control and hide. "We can control it most of the time but sometimes, they just slip out. There are only two things that make us lose control like that, uncontrollable rage and uncontrollable passion" he said.

As I stared in his angry eyes, I tried to figure out what his problem was with me. The way that he was staring at me was too scary. Like all the fury in the world was gathered into his eyes just for me. His eyes flickered from me to Elliot and back, glaring at the both of us as if he wanted to kill us one by one.

His eyes were burning with anger seeing her so scared and afraid. He moved towards her, engulfing her in a hug. He tried to calm her down but he couldn't instead she was trying to break free from his embrace. "Leave me alone!" She yelled in anger, her nails piercing through his skin. "Please!" Her body was getting hot and she was losing control of her mind. She thought...she thought she had finally gotten over it all, she thought she had finally gotten over her emotions and her past but it seems she was still stuck in it.

Only his eyes were apparent, a grey glittering piercing eyes, the eyes of a wolf! ''Tiger,” a whisper escaped her trembling lips.

My back was starting to hurt, and my head throbbed with excruciating pain as I lay there, wishing the tiger would just go away. “You are not real! You are not real!" I reiterated over and over again, but it emerged right above me with its fangs poking out. In a matter of seconds, my life flashed right in front of my eyes. “You have claws. Use them!" Arla bellowed and I retched as the tiger saliva dropped on my face. Summoning my wolf, I wasted no time plunging my claws into its right eye the very moment he tried to plunge its fangs into my head.