El Tigre Silencioso Novels & Stories

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.”

I grabbed his wrist as if holding onto the last piece of driftwood. As if in response to his words, suddenly, a deafening roar resounded through the mountains, startling countless birds in the forest into flight. In the black shadows, something resembling a small mountain ran towards us near the cliff. The ground trembled incessantly, accompanied by the sound of breaking trees. "Boom! Boom!" The air seemed to boil, and I stared fixedly at the approaching, gigantic black shadow. The moonlight illuminated its mottled patterns, revealing a blood-red pair of eyes, a hungry giant tiger.

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.

The entire mountain shudders beneath us, a low, grinding, tearing groan, as if the world is ripping in half. A cloud of roiling, choking black dust billows from the tunnel mouth, a giant, ghostly hand reaching for the sky. It blots out the moon, blots out the stars. And then there’s nothing but silence. A profound, terrible, ringing silence. Deeper and colder than the one that came before. The wind has died. The world is holding its breath. It’s done. Tarek makes a low, choking, vomiting sound. One of the other warriors is openly sobbing. Marcus just closes his eyes, his face a mask of grim, stone-cold duty.

The Sound Beneath the Silence Saxa The forest falls silent, but not the peaceful kind—the foreboding kind. The kind of silence that warns predators were near. That the world itself is holding its breath. Eirik steps in front of me as if he can shield me from whatever is coming. His bare chest rises and falls with a steady rhythm and his eyes are sharp, scanning the shadows. Behind us, the packs shifts restlessly. Ingrid bared her teeth in a snarl: I can hear Tobin and Jana racing through the trees, their feet hitting the forest floor with urgency.

I couldn't help but wonder if this was just another test of my loyalty to Matteo. Maybe he wanted to see how I would react towards Leo. Right now it didn't merely watch me from afar like it always does. Instead, it approached me, its massive form moving with an unexpected grace. Its eyes, once so intimidating, now held a certain curiosity. I felt a strange urge deep within me, an irresistible desire to reach out and touch the tiger's sleek, silver fur. I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding, but then slowly extended my hand. To my astonishment, the tiger didn't growl or show any signs of aggression. It simply lowered its head, allowing me to stroke its fur.

This Lycan looked batshit crazy and it scared the hell out of the Tiger. *****

Scarlett’s POV Tiger padded over to me, nuzzling me affectionately, and I reached out, stroking his fur gently. It was unexpectedly soft, and his familiar pinewood scent was even stronger in this form, mingling with the crisp, earthy air of the forest. Tiger’s size was impressive; he radiated strength, yet his movements were careful, tender as he shielded me from the cold, his massive body creating a warm cocoon around me. I leaned into him, feeling a comfort and safety I hadn’t expected.

He spent our entire youth helping me reduce my fear of thunder, but now, every bit of that fear had returned in waves. This time, the fear was even worse, because I knew my heart had become too fragile to take it. However, while fear made people timid, I wanted to be braver and stronger. I looked outside the window, where the rain and thunder had long since passed, just like my need to rely on him. "Get out, Scott. I don't need your crocodile tears." He didn't move. "Didn't you hear me? Get out."