Biting The Tiger Novels & Stories

Tiger found Britney more hateful the more he looked at her! Her schemes ran deep and she loved to put on pretenses! He really couldn’t understand what Conrad was thinking to actually agree to let her return to the company! “I…” Britney acted like she was hesitant to speak and then shut her mouth. She saw Peter’s car nearby from the corner of her eye. “You, what about you? Suppressing what you want to say. A single glance is enough to tell that you don’t have good intentions!” Tiger, who had always been a man of few words, had become extra good at roasting because he hated Britney!

Worst than a mosquito bite and those bitches hurt. "Didn't anyone tell you that biting innocent girls can get you killed?" The next thing I know, this guy throws the one that bit me, against a wall with one punch. How does someone have that much strength. Then again, I just witness a vampire and freaking bit me "Now, next time think twice. Goodnight." He said and then he grabbed the guy's head and ripped it off. I was trying to get some air but wasn't working. I was dizzy from him drinking my blood and what I just freaking witness today.

I want something to hurt that is not the ache between my legs or the bruise forming on my neck where his teeth sank in. What did I do? The question circles my brain like a trapped bird, beating its wings against the inside of my skull. What did I do? What did I let him do? I press my fingers to the bite. It throbs. It burns. It feels nothing like the cheap blockers I scrub into my glands every morning. It feels permanent. It feels like a brand. Someone has marked me—claimed me—and I do not even know his name.

"Aaaaaaaaaaarggghh!!" Slim yelled in agonizing pain. The Snow Tiger had suddenly appeared beside him and bitten him across his body length, before he realized it. Blood gushed out from the large tree-sized teeth punctures and Slim's body dried up almost instantly but not a drop of blood touched the snow white ground. All the blood was sucked into the tiger's mouth and then the slim, shrivelled body of the Hunter was swallowed. Just like that. Not chewed, swallowed. As if he were a bitter medicinal tablet. And these series of actions happened in less than five seconds.

Is this it? "NOOO!!! I WILL MAKE THOSE MURDERERS PAY!!! FOR MY FAMILY!!! FOR MY CLAN!!!" Quickstep gathered what little strength he had left and raised his hands. He did not punch the Tiger this time but instead put them on its head. His fingers searching for a way in. After two seconds, the eyes of the Tiger were bleeding but it still wouldn't let go of Quickstep's throat. It became a battle of wills as neither choose to give up. One merely wants something to eat in order to live. The other also only wanted to survive.

He growled loudly at me, a growl that made me close my eyes because I thought that this time it would be the end of me. The wolf bit me, but not my skin, but my shirt, he tore it completely, leaving me alone in my brazier. It did the same with my skirt. I was motionless and almost breathless. I needed to do something, I needed to get out of here. I needed to defend myself.

Above her, the bough began to splinter and crackle under the weight of the tiger's aggression. "You're going to kill us both, you stupid fucking animal!" Visenya's rage echoed through the air. A thunderous crack reverberated from the bough, signaling its imminent collapse under the relentless pressure. Visenya's grip weakened as the bough plunged downward, momentarily throwing the tiger off balance. Unfortunately, the sudden dip failed to send the demon to its demise. It clawed frantically at the wood, desperately trying to regain its footing. Seizing the opportunity, Visenya summoned her strength and pulled herself up.

This was different from the school, it was open and we could see the sun, Tiger ran around and I followed her, she attacked everything that moved and I helped her, of course, running after the insects and small animals, enjoying our time in the sun, we made it back toward the horses and got into their barn, I don't like horses much. "Tiger, come on let's leave," I try to tell my kitten but she walks toward the horses, attacking the horse, while I try to pull her back, trying to save her from the horses, what if they eat her? "Tiger, come here," I say again trying to pull her by the tail, she turns and hiss at me but goes back to attacking the horses. "Tiger!" I yelled at her and she hissed

"Ban yi imani da cewa na yi ya bayyana a fili cewa Tiger kambori ne mine. Na da'awar da su kamar yadda kaina, kumawannan shi zai sa ta gaba daya kashe iyaka zuwa gare ku,al'aurar mata-ji yunwa bastards." (I do not believe that I have made it clear that Tiger Claw is mine. I have claimed her as my own, and that makes her completely off-limits to you cunt-hungry bastards.) I watch him as he steps down from his place at his throne and kicks the heart on the floor a few feet. He laughs menacingly. "Za ka iya ba shãfe ta ba tare da izinin ta, za ka iya magana ba mata, na iya ko kalle ta ba tare da izini na! Na yi tofi a kan maza da cewa suna da hadama kamar yadda ya dauki wani mutum mace a matsay

He then twirled it round once before tossing it out. "Bang!" The giant flaming saber-toothed tiger hit the crystal wall next to the white stone pillars. It bounced back and fell to the ground, feeling lightheaded. It then wobbly stood up and shook its head in a daze. Even so, it was not injured. In no time, it rushed toward Ding Hao growling fiercely again. Ding Hao decided not to go easy on it this time. He unleashed all his physical strength and soon hurled the tiger out again.