Black Tiger Novels & Stories

Theodore said unhappily. The bodyguards had fearful looks on their faces as they explained, "Mister Wyatt, you don't know this, but the one in front of us is the Great Maned Tiger, Horsen, one of the famous Four Tigers. He's not just a big figure in the underworld, but even one of the Southern King's men…" "What? One of the Four Tigers? The Southern King's man?" Theodore was shocked as he shivered in fright. He loved to drink and play around, so he was regularly at bars and nightclubs. So he knew a bit of the underworld.

I laughed softly, pulling out another bag and setting it in her path. “Careful,” I said, voice dripping with mock menace. “One more step and you’ll learn why they call me the Mountain Tiger. And trust me, I don’t do gentle.” Her fingers ball into fists and tighten as she gets flashbacks on the slap Zion had received the previous night. She sputtered, she waved her phone, she probably wanted to scream some more but the mall crowd was now invested. They stared, whispered, pointed, some clearly recording the spectacle. In the end she could only screech

"That was only because I was willing to uplift you. Without my blessing, you are less than stray dogs." "Worthy of me? You?" I stopped in front of them, using the tip of my boot to lift Alexander's chin, staring into his trembling pupils. "Look around you." They strained to move their eyes. To their shock, they realized that the massive plaza was filled with thousands of powerful wolf warriors. And among them, half were members of the Silver Moon Pack! "Beta Mark?" Alexander gasped, seeing his former subordinate standing in the front row, wearing armor made of enchanted ice.

Run. I turned slowly. At first, I saw nothing. Then the bushes moved. Something enormous burst through the trees. My breath caught. A massive tiger came charging down the path. But this was not an ordinary tiger. It was enormous, far larger than any tiger I had ever seen, its body thick with muscle, its paws striking the ground with terrifying force. Its fur was black, so dark that it almost seemed to swallow the sunlight around it, while faint silver markings shimmered across its shoulders when the light touched them. Its golden eyes locked directly onto mine.

His smile widens. “And do you want to see my tiger?” That gets his attention. “You know what? Yeah. I definitely want to see your tiger.” I smile. “She's pretty traditional-looking. Basic tiger stripes and everything, but my coloring is really beautiful. And obviously, tigers are part of the big-cat family, so I'm not exactly small.” Suddenly, Caden's eyes turn black. A growl comes from deep inside his chest. Except when he speaks again, I know immediately that I'm not talking to Caden anymore.

Tiger held his stomach as his face grimaced in pain. Coincidentally, there was a KFC up ahead, so Leopard parked his car in front of the entrance, and as soon as he stopped, Tiger jumped down and rushed in with the speed of a cheetah. Leopard could not help but laugh when he saw this. "What a wimp!" He was just about to smoke a cigarette when he found his cigarette case empty. Looking back at the little girl, he decided it was safe to just lock her in the car while he went off to buy cigarettes.

Emilia stood in front of the ground, taking several steps back in confusion. "Roar!" Suddenly, a colorful shadow emerged slowly from the darkness, emitting a deafening roar. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" The audience closest to the arena screamed, scrambling to the back rows. Amidst the gasps of the crowd, Ron ordered the release of the true beast of the arena—a hungry tiger. The tiger, with its yellow-black fur, stared with cold, beastly eyes. It wore an iron collar around its neck, and a thick black iron chain extended from the tiger's neck all the way into the dark cave. It was a controlled tiger, but its threat was still significant.

Both men swing my middle daughters high into the air, making them squeal in excitement. Warrick, who is a lot like Leader was at his age, continues to walk beside us, looking exactly like his father with his Alpha swagger. “Welcome,” Rich greets us, swinging Cammi onto his back as my father does the same with Amira. My four oldest have all gotten their wolves. Tyra, being the only female over ten has her Guardian wolf. She was very excited to show our family the golden rim of her eyes when Ailith pushed forward the last time she saw them.

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

I tilted my head up, pressing closer to the blade at my throat, as if I couldn’t feel the sharp edge cutting into my skin, the blood trickling down. “I can be your Panthera tigris.” “Whoever you want me to bite, I’ll bite.”