El Tigre Silencioso Novels & Stories

He smiles, his top lip curling to show the tips of his elongated canines. Behind him, his three cronies shift their weight. The air grows hot, vibrating with the silent, aggressive pressure of their shadows. On the wall behind them, the dim neon lights catch the faint, shimmering outlines of snarling wolves rising from their shoulders. The bar around us goes dead silent. The music keeps playing, but the chatter dies instantly. “Eliora,” I say. My voice is flat. Low. I don't lift my head from the backrest. “Sit down.”

’ She hissed and then bit her lip when he gave a dark chuckle, ‘Non mentirmi tigre, ti guadagni solo altri dieci schiaffi. ‘Don’t lie to me tigress that only earns you ten more slaps.’ This time she cried out when his hand came down hard again and she bit her lip so hard she tasted blood, ‘Please’

“You like it, baby? You like how my cock thrusts into you? Tell me you like it.” Tears slipped from the corners of Elara’s eyes and tracked into her hair. The moans she released were pleasureless, automatic, the sounds a body made when it had learned that silence could be more dangerous than compliance. Her mind detached and drifted backward through the wreckage of the day and the years that had led here.

The rapid contraction even created something like static electricity that could stun the opponent as if they had been electrocuted. While Tiger was taken aback, Elio swooped at him like a crane. He wanted to strike while the iron was hot and knock Tiger out as soon as possible. However, killing intent surged in Tiger's eyes. He suddenly pulled out a soft sword from his waist. The blade trembled like a poisonous snake, flying straight toward Elio. He had a hidden weapon and a top-grade one at that! Although it was only a few inches wide, it was quite sturdy and resilient. Shocked, Elio tried to dodge the unexpected blade.

Her aura was cold, her instincts unpredictable. "I heard something about Silence. He kills his enemies in a unique way. He destroys them without them even knowing," Tatiana placed a hand on his shoulder. "Does that ring a bell, uncle?" she whispered, watching as Tristan tried to piece together the puzzle. "Allow me to show you a secret. It wasn't easy to get ahold of this," Tatiana said and signaled for the guard to come closer. The guard pulled out a tablet and clicked on a video. Tristan squinted as the video played.

The basement was very quiet now. The only sound was the crackle of the candles and the heavy breathing of the Beast. Elara’s hands gripped the edge of the thick wooden table. Her knuckles were white. She looked up at Silas. He looked like a giant from the old stories, but he was real. He was made of hot skin and hard muscle.

His nerve snapped. "I THINK YOU WON'T MIND SEEING A REPEAT OF THE LAST TI...-- His fisted hands flew up and he slammed against the shield with all his anger inside. Immediately, a crack formed on the shield, shutting her up and sending shock waves through the whole court room. His eyes held a gaze that mirrored his bloodthirst and he placed it on her. Out of nowhere, the whole building trembled under his feet, he couldn't care less about the restless movements of the eleven dogs who had remained silent the whole time.

she signed and asked Jacqueline. “Oh! He is Xavier Hills of the Silent Moon Pack” she signed back. When growing up, she had heard so much about the Hills pack family, and she had heard her father saying they were silent but the most feared pack of the entire wolf packs they had ever known. Jacqueline turned to look at the Alpha and then heads to turn and sign to Nathalia that the Alpha wanted to have a conversation with her. Now she knew she could no longer avoid him or his eye contact he had seen her talk with Jacqueline, which meant she could talk to him too without any worry.

Tomorrow night, I would leave Sicelia. After finishing my last shift and collecting my pay, I walked out of the restaurant. A familiar black Lamborghini was parked at the entrance to the plaza. Before I could step closer, fireworks suddenly lit up the sky over downtown Palemore. Then, countless drones formed words in the night sky. [SALVATORE LOVES IRENE FOREVER!]

The side fell into silver dust. The dust remained in the air for a moment. And formed a map. No map. A road description. Lines of light. Symbols. Signs. And in the end there was a name. The Silent Archive ‘No’ The boy said that right away. Too fast. Mara looked at him. “You know it.” He kept silent. “You know it.” repeated it. He slowly nodded. “Everyone in Nerevin knows it.” “Then explain it.” The boy looked at the tower.