Biting The Tiger Novels & Stories

After being friends for so long, one would think it would be easy, but the truth of the matter was that in front of him she felt forever exposed. What had he done to steal her heart and cause her to think of no one but him? She squinted through the bright rays of light reflected by the water and focused on him. His head was tilted down, his teeth biting at his lip as he worked the worm onto the hook. His dark brown hair was a disheveled mess and his strong masculine features were contorted in concentration, highlighting a wicked hot mouth that she was dying to kiss.

I kept thinking about how we got in here and fell asleep here but I couldn't really remember so I just ignored it. I pee and after that I washed my face then I turned my gaze to the mirror. I'm looking at my face when I noticed that there was something in my neck. My heart beat faster when I realized what it was. Shaking, I raised my hand to touch the one on my neck. "How did I get this?" My heart was beating fast and I felt like I was going to fall over. I was convincing myself that it was just a bite of a mosquito but no, it was a bite of a wolf. I slowly sat down on the bathroom floor and fixed my own hair.

After I baked him a cake like some kind of unhinged P*******t housewife. My shoulder aches, a dull, warm throb just below my collarbone, and when I twist to look at it in the mirror across the room, there’s a mark there—not quite a bruise, not quite a hickey, dark and strange at the edges. Great. Add “walking around with a hickey the size of a fist” to today’s list of problems. The bathroom door opens and Damien steps out, hair damp, sweatpants low on his hips, and every ounce of my composure leaves the building.

THERESA I jumped onto the enemy wolf, trying to get a good hold of his back. I latched my claws to his body as if he were a piece of rock I was climbing. Thick blood stained my paws. He bucked, but I kept hold of him, riding him as if he were a wild bronco. Nausea bubbled in my stomach. The wild ride was not mixing well with the wolfsbane that was still in my system. I swallowed back the vomit and tightened my grip on him. I would not give in to the wolfsbane or to him. I had to keep him away from Nikolai. It would be far too impossible to fight two wolves at once. Especially such big and trained ones as these. Alpine Snow Pack had certainly not sent their runts out here.

Roar! However, just as Fane was about to pluck that spirited grass, a horrifying flaming tiger sprinted out. With its jaw widely opened, it pounced onto Fane and spat a fireball out of its mouth toward Fane. “Go to hell!” While everyone was worrying for Fane, he abruptly stopped moving, then with a swift flicker, he appeared above the gigantic flaming tiger and smashed its head with his fist. Boom! A dull thud rang out, and the gigantic flaming tiger crashed heavily on the ground, forming a deep pit on the ground’s surface.

“I don’t know what’s happening.” A low growl rumbled from his chest, and instinctively, my body shivered not from cold. His hand pressed against my back, pushing me closer. Every instinct screamed to flee, but every fiber of me was pulled toward him. Desire, fear, and something older, something feral, twisted together inside me. Then he bit me.

Logan bit the neck of the wolf and it yelped. Maris turned and almost peed on her body when she saw one of the wolves snarling at her. It jumped in an attempt to bite Maris, but Logan struck at the wolf. Out of no where, Maris confidence bar increased to a hundred percent and she stood, rolling her fist and clenching her jaw. Instantly, she put her fingers in her mouth and whistled so loud it got the attention of all the wolves. "Stop fighting at once!" Her voice sounded like a whistle and it made the wolves to fall and whimper. "Get up!"

This was just getting interesting and I was damn curious,so I took a seat just miles away form where he sat as to get a clearer view of him. The guy who had agreed to play a game I had no idea of walked to the opposite seat and sat down. He faced tiger with a smirk. Tiger didn't hesitate to return the gesture as he purred himself a drink which had being set on the table before he arrived and took a gulp from it. He kept the mug on the table and took back his pipe. "you know the rules young man. You loose, you get a finger cut off.. You still in? "

The tiger cried out—and so did Lotanni, collapsing to one knee. Gasps followed. “They’re linked—” “She’s feeling the damage too!” Lotanni bit her lip, pushing herself upright. “Keep fighting,” she whispered. The tiger lunged again, slower this time. Weaker. But its eyes still burned bright. Bryon growled and ducked under the strike. One claw raked up through the tiger’s chest, bursting the core of magic holding it together. The tiger exploded into a burst of mist and light. Lotanni screamed and fell.

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.