Biting The Tiger Novels & Stories

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.

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 think it's broken. “Izaac!” A white tiger walked towards Izaac and bit him on his thigh. He groaned in pain as he tried to kick the tiger off of him. I look around to maybe see something that might be of help. I was about to grab the thick tree branch but then I heard a bone crack. Turning around, I saw that the tiger was already lifeless. Izaac parted his lips and pointed fangs grew long. Those same fangs dug into the tiger's back, sipping its blood like another predatory animal he is.

How I hated that he made me respond to him this way. I moved away from him. Turning to face him, I let my lips crash with his. He kissed me back instantly. I bit his lip, wanting access. He just smirked and continued to kiss me. I bit his bottom lip again, this time harder. He chuckled. I wanted to bite him again, even harder, but any harder would have been drawing blood. It was something about it that made me want him more. Luckily for me, he parted his lips and allowed my tongue to enter. I immediately searched out his tongue, and they danced in a fierce Argentine Tango.

“Look, Maddison. I’ve never done this before. Never been questioned or challenged. Never been obsessed with anything.. Never wanted to try again. I’m almost twice your age… and that’s even more reason why I shouldn’t be this obsessed with you… but I am. The second I heard your voice, I couldn’t fight the urge to bite that lip.” He moved closer, hands wrapping around my waist, pulling me against him until I could feel his heartbeat pounding into mine. His breath brushed my neck. My knees went weak. shoved at his chest, shaking my head. “No. I don’t want it. Keep it for yourself. Add it to your… whatever collection you’re building.” “Damn it, Tiger… it’s in your name. It’s yours.” His voice dr

The tiger tilted its head upward to glare at Adrian on the treetop and let out a roar as a massive amount of blood dripped from the wounds on its body. This time, the tiger's rage had reached its peak at this point, and Adrian knew it well. Seeing that the tiger was about to launch another attack on him, he hastily got down from the treetop. "Hmph! It seems like your physical resilience is truly impressive. You're not dead yet, even after sustaining such severe injuries," Adrian commented, displaying a hint of admiration for the tiger's strong physique.

Returning it to Ederic wasn't something he was considering at the moment. Two days later, the young tiger had managed to regain a semblance of normalcy, but the love bite marks still throbbed, a constant reminder of the elder's merciless action. The sensations lingered from when the elder had fúcked him without mercy, yet the intensity of the experience was something Ederic secretly enjoyed.

I wanted him to understand that, and although he couldn’t understand human language, he seemed to sense what I meant. A new message appeared in the group chat. Thor the Tiger: [Human, you still don’t get it. I’m taking back my dignity.] With that, he bit down, snapping Stanley’s neck in one clean motion. Then, he tore the man in half and slashed Zane across the face, blinding him before burying his jaws into flesh again. I turned away, unable to watch. My chest tightened, and my eyes burned with tears. You silly tiger, I understand now.