Black Tiger Novels & Stories

Alastor lifted himself off of me and let out a sigh. "I'll follow them," Dakari muttered and jumped off the stage, his clothes shredding around him. Tasha stared after him before giving in and jumping off the stage as well. Her wolf was the color of her skin. Chocolate brown. Her fur looked like a different texture too but she sped away too quickly. Alastor looked toward Alma. She sighed in defeat and followed the two. Her wolf looked like Alastor just a lot smaller and she had white accents. He phased and rolled onto his back next to me. "That was a disaster." He whispered.

The dense fog obscured the ground, and even the midday sun could not penetrate its thickness. At the center, atop the highest black stone pillar, several figures stood, overseeing the forest's entirety. In the lead was a man clad in a battle-worn undershirt, his muscular body riddled with scars, exuding a menacing aura. This was Fierce Tiger, the most feared war general under Crimson Wyrm Master. "Black Maple, I hear you're known for deceiving people and that those who work with you seldom meet a good end." A taunting remark echoed through the clearing. With White Bear's death, many were displeased with Black Maple Master, but he remained unfazed, maintaining his usual deceitful smile.

Well, that child is the Tiger he had just murdered and His Mate. Fate Just Got Badass. And it will sting like bloody hell. ******

It had black accents and a black leather interior, too. "Wow...." Mere words could not express the shock coursing through my body. "This is gorgeous!" My head snapped up to Elias and Xander. "What is it, and where did you ever find it?" Xander smirked, obviously pleased with my reaction. "It's a Lycan Hypersport. Lance had one, and we thought you might like one, too." Elias arched an eyebrow. "Want to take it for a drive?" Cruz chuckled. "If you don't want to, I will!"

However, thirty kilometers was nothing to a level nine fighter, especially Richie. He practiced the Stealth Tiger, a special technique passed down through generations in Novena. Anyone who mastered it would eventually become a level nine fighter, and Richie was the most adept practitioner of the Stealth Tiger since its inception. With a resounding roar, the entire jungle trembled. Within the dense foliage, Richie had transformed into a giant tiger through the Stealth Tiger technique. His aura resembled that of a tiger, with yellow-black stripes, making it difficult at first glance to distinguish whether he was human or tiger.

Skeleton king said as he looked disappointed. "Go and have a fill to your heart's content!" Tiger kind said with a brutal smile as he stared at Tensha with deep anger. 'Oh, f ***. Looks like I screwed up, I went too far and made him even angrier.' Tensha thought as he stood at his ground bravely. The flaming tiger roared as he jumped high in the sky In the direction of Tensha. "Guardian of the forest!!" Tensha muttered as he made a few gestures with his hands. His eyes could be seen turning green for a slight moment.

His eyes were glossier than usual, but his broken voice was what confirmed that he was indeed at the verge of tears, “I’ve fucked up.” While that was not news to me, I couldn't help but grow concerned of him, "What's wrong?" "That's Douglas. The man you just met." He mumbled, "He's the mafia don I'm working with."

I chose a black turtle neck accompanied by an overcoat and white jeans. I was all set to leave until a flash of light came from the front. It was Tiger in his Black Lamborghini. This time, what caught my eye was not Tiger but the flash of light coming from the car. It was daytime, and his car’s lights were on. It seemed like he did it purposely. Though, I ignored him and did not pay heed to him.

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.

He turned his head slowly, wincing as a spike of pain shot through his temples. A massive, pale-furred beast loomed over him. Six hundred pounds of apex predator, its gold eyes slit with territorial heat. The tiger’s tail flicked, a heavy thud-thud against the royal-blue coverlet. "Welcome back to the living, ghost," a voice drawled from the shadows.