El Tigre Silencioso Novels & Stories

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At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

Eliana wasn't afraid of the big white tiger who was ready to pound on her. Robert tried to meddle but Eliana attacked him and Robert landed on the floor away from the scene. Silas was ready to pound on her but Eliana attacked him as a red light erupted from her hands and hit Silas hard on his stomach. The white tiger growled in pain and landed with a loud thud on the shiny marble cracking it. The black panther and the leopard surrounded him but Silas wasn't opening his eyes. Robert stood up and checked silas. He wasn't dead but seriously injured. The black Panther roared looking at sky. Eliana thought he was mourning but he was actually calling his mother.

He raised his finger to his lips, signaling her to stay quiet while his own body tensed, gripping the curved sword tightly as he prepared to strike at any moment. The massive tiger clearly had not expected two uninvited guests in its lair. After entering its den, it sniffed around the bones on the ground, making rumbling sounds in its throat like distant thunder. Then, it yawned and padded deeper into the cave with its characteristic gait.

This white tiger is a special case, he's an albino tiger named by the locals as 'Pinac-an' meaning 'white' or 'pure'. Pinac-an let out a great snore. I stopped being funny, even though it was a tiger... snoring. And he snores very loudly. It was like a booming sound. Precious. Everything was peaceful, the wind, the trees, the tiger, and I was just complacent staring at the tiger when suddenly... "YOU HAVE AN E-MAIL!! I REPEAT YOU HAVE AN E-MAIL---" Alerted my cellphone was loud. To my surprise, my foot missed the branch and I fell to the ground. First face.

The fate of Valtor depended on it. The next morning, I woke up with a restless feeling, like something was about to happen, but I didn’t know what. It was an itch I couldn’t scratch, a tension that wouldn’t go away. I tried to shake it off, but it clung to me, making me uneasy. Needing to clear my mind, I decided to take Luka out for a ride. Luka, my spirit animal, was a massive black lion, bigger than any human bear. His presence was always a comfort, especially when my thoughts were as tangled as they were today. We headed into the Earth Kingdom’s mystical forest, hoping the familiar paths and quiet might bring me some peace.

Damian asked, checking the straps on his own armor. Leo looked at the staff. Then he looked at us. "The Silence is at the coastline," Leo said. "I can feel them stepping onto the sand. THE DEPLOYMENT We flew South. Not in a cargo plane this time. In a squadron of VTOL (Vertical Take-Off and Landing) transport tilt-rotor aircraft that Seraphina had "acquired" from a collapsing military junta in the south. We flew in formation, hugging the mountain range to stay off the civilian radar. I sat next to Leo in the lead bird. He was staring out the window, watching the landscape shift from the white of the Yukon to the green of the forests. "Mom?" he asked over the headset. "Yeah?" "If I break..."

Layla The low hum of the engine filled the empty spaces of the vast luxury car. I’d taken the middle seat, and Eli nestled in beside me. Our hands folded into our laps, bound in zip ties tight enough to cut skin. Though he pressed against my side, Eli didn’t cry, didn’t whimper, didn’t tremble. He was as silent and stoic as I imagine his father might have been—and for some reason, the thought both unsettled and reassured me.

His body is trembling with terror like a fallen leaf. Someone another said, "Please halt that." Another responded, "Stop, let me take a look," and raised his light toward the source of the sound. Someone else stopped him and told him to gaze from this distance instead of getting any closer. "Alright, alright" , he replied, and they are looking about with clarity. The tiger moves silently and stealthily out of the thick underbrush, its strong muscles giving it a graceful, controlled gait as it advances.

Conrad then said, “You’ve changed a lot when you’ve returned this time. You have more and more secrets.” “Sir, you can’t doubt my loyalty!” Tiger hurriedly said. Conrad laughed. Tiger was still suffering. When they were out of the car, he immediately kneeled in front of Conrad. “What’s going on?” Silas said nervously. “Sir, I do have things that I’m hiding from you,” Tiger said as he looked down. Conrad narrowed his eyes. “What are you hiding from me?” “I...” “Look at me!” Tiger raised his head. “That woman looked a lot like Sophia. She looked especially like her. She made me nervous.”