Romans & histoires Black Tiger

A tiger motif was tattooed on his face. This man was Tigre, one of the Quintus family’s twelve zodiac fighters, a person much stronger than Pigsy and Capra. “After screwing up, how are you still alive?”

No, it couldn’t be… The large beast flapped its serpentine wings above her head as it came in for a landing. It’s scales took on the color of honey, shining like mirrors in the sun, and it landed with the grace of a blue heron, as it’s onyx talons clacked against the concrete patio. Madchen gasped as the beast shook it’s shiny scales, and sitting atop its head were two beautiful black horns. Ruby eyes blinked in the morning mist, eyes that looked vaguely familiar to her.

Rusty the Tiger King! This man was a legend in Asher City. This was a man who was responsible for protecting the City Lord of Asher City. Rusty the Tiger King was exactly as his title stated. He was a Tiger King! He had power several times stronger than a Tiger because he was a Tiger King. This man was capable of handling four to five Tigers alone and come out unscathed! It was said that his gaze alone could demoralize a troop of warriors and his aura was enough to crush the will of another. The guards like many others thought that this was an exaggeration. After all, how could a person’s gaze break the will of another? Yet they had experienced it for themselves today! And now they knew that

The pain is worse than a stake driving into your heart. "Leave!" He barks at me. I hate Trent. I fucking hate Trent. ******

They follow the most muscular wolf, and if you're sick as alpha, you better have eyes in your neck before you're stabbed in the back. "Oh shit!" Dior swears, and I stop running, staring at the undead tiger before us. It must have run ahead of us, and now it's showing its teeth, making these hissing sounds. Its fur is orange, but a soft grey underneath all the blood dried on its coat. Like the bear, the eyes are an angry red. Ice-cold fear trickles down my spine, and I whine at what appears to be a zombie tiger. "No way can you fight that thing—it's massive!" Dior seems awake enough to look around the scene. He then taps my shoulder, making me turn to the right and stare at the river down the

Jayson snapped. "You know, given the choice between freedom in your pack and torture, torture wins every single time." I shrugged, my eyes never leaving the blue ones of the asshole who called himself an Alpha. His previously blue ones were slowly turning an impressive shade of black, but that still wasn't enough to scare me. I had met and fought bigger Alphas than himself. Sure, he ruled over the second biggest and powerful pack in the country, but there were Alphas out there who were just as feared as he was; he would be an idiot to think otherwise.

However, it wasn't until she was on the stairs that Chloe caught a glimpse of these so-called important guests. There were five of them in total from what she could see. Four males and one female. The aura they exuded suggested they were high ranking wolves but not from around these parts. One of the males and the female had similar features including thick dark brown hair, black eyes and bronzed skin that was pulled over taut muscles. Another one of the males had sandy blonde hair cut close to the scalp and green eyes. His skin was golden like he spent a lot of time in the sun; however the scar that peeked out from under the V of his shirt suggested he was also a fighter. He was muttering t

said Tony, rancour springing up on his face. "Oh! You hate him... that so soon...," I exclaimed, almost running out of words. "I agree with Tony; the man is such an awful sight," supported Harriet. "What's even his name?" "Tiger. He is called Tiger Kamilio," I answered. "What! Tiger? Like the forest feline predator, eeh? See, he is here to devour us," claimed Tony. "And his second name sounds like that colour changing animal... what's it even called?" frained Harriet.

Jackson continued, clearing his throat and sitting with her at the table, trying desperately to push past whatever had just happened. “Oh?” Lana’s face was masked in a quizzical look, her blush finally starting to settle as she watched him from across the table. Jackson’s voice hushed to a near whisper, so much so that Lana had to lean in across the table to hear him properly. “I don’t know if Roman’s talked to you about this, but there are some local legends in the parks—about what the people here call ‘ghost tigers’. There have been some sightings, and that means sometimes there are poachers. Texans with guns, looking for their fifteen minutes of fame. So we’ll need to be careful when we r

Tarlek explains. Well, shit, I am looking at the largest white tiger and black panther I have ever seen. The tiger has to be 16’ from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail and stands 9’ at his shoulders. The black panther has to be 10’ from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail and stands 6' at his shoulders. I didn’t realize that making animals immortal would make them ginormous. “If you think this is big you should see them when they stand at their full height,” Tyrell adds.