El Tigre Silencioso Novels & Stories

Our immune systems were the best. My wolf seemed to be off in his own reality. He hadn't communicated with me during the whole trip. When I questioned him about this feeling, he didn't respond. Since he refused to acknowledge me, I was forced to listen to the radio the whole time. The same obnoxious songs kept repeating, which annoyed the hell out of me. Another hour rolled by, and I still drove on the same endless road. Not many cars passed by, not much traffic. That was until we reached the road that led me to the border entrance of the SilverCrist Pack.

My chest beat erratically but the air only hung above me, untouched. Suddenly, two large predatorial eyes jumped through the snow towards me. Mane was sleek silver, snow dusting its shimmering tendrils. My arrow angled towards the mongrel. Burning eyes glowed, staring back at me with a sneer. My hands trembled. Sweat broke on my forehead. I had heard of these special wolves. Bigger, faster, more ferocious than the average beast. Never had I come in direct contact, but I knew… it was more than I had bargained. Out here… alone.

I guess he couldn’t sleep the night before— or perhaps every night. I rub the back of my neck nervously, “I’m surprised, but I’m sure it was just an accident.” I must have given him the most stupid smile. I only want to make the situation less tense, but it’s impossible after his confession. There's a long silence. Tiger doesn’t say a word, his head is lowered and his eyes are focused on the ground. I see him gulp before his eyes rest on mine, but this time, my heart shatters instantly because of the tears I see falling on his cheeks.

"You thought I was a fool?" She knew it was useless arguing him. "Why are you silent, couldn’t answer?"" "My silence means I am tired of fighting and there is nothing left to fight for, I am tired of explaining my feelings to you but now I don't have the energy to explain them, right now I am on a self healing process and I am trying to forget everything that I ever wanted from you, I have always adapted to the changes in my life and even now I'm going to adjust and I'm not complaining, I am just trying to move on gracefully with all my dignity, I will definitely return your money, sorry and thanks for everything.” with that she walked away tears clouding her vision, rubbing it with the back

He had said placing on the white board full of pictures. "A sketched elephant head with large tusks is their logo, the man actually in command of it up to this extent was not known, he hasn't actually shown his face to anyone except his right hand man who's named Jackie Xinjiang " He had pointed to a picture of him on the board.

The sound of the White Tiger and the sound of the One-Horned Rhino that had met its end collided into one, leaving the two handsome young men unaware of a sound more terrifying than the dying sound of a one-horned rhino. "We have a big harvest!" Leo, hugging Reymond happily. Likewise with the black haired man with a dark blue gradient. "Let us go home!" exclaimed Reymond. They made a cart containing their prey. And came back cheerfully. Meanwhile Azareel and Nelson are carrying out the attack. One distracted and one attacked silently. The roar of the White Tiger made the two of them freeze for a moment. Between tensed and scared, however, the two of them still attacked at the vital point of

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

The sound of his frantic breaths and piercing cries mixed with the ominous silence of the water, a devilishly beautiful choreography of fear echoing in the air. The earth broke into two, directly halving its support toward him. The tree’s arm on which he hung, laughed like a maniac as it revealed its developed fangs that sprung apart. “No no no...” His voice was hapless and low as he hurriedly escaped the snapping of his arm by the closing fangs. He closed his eyes in anticipation of the cold fate of death embracing him. The silent waters now sang to him lullabies as it awaited the visit of the unexpected guest. Arms stretched wide as the waves swung open the doors of the afterlife to receiv

“Why’s everything failing?” Ferreira gripped his machete. “The jungle doesn’t like us here.” The convoy crawled forward, engines too loud in the silence. Then the silence itself deepened. No insects. No frogs. No birds. A private muttered a prayer. From the mist, a howl rose. It wasn’t jaguar. It wasn’t wolf. It was older, hungrier. Gamma-like glowing eyes flashed between the vines. “Contact front!” a gunner screamed, raising his rifle.

And even though Harry didn’t understand it… Even though La Rivera felt like it was slipping from her grip… Even though people doubted her… Elena felt herself returning to who she truly was. Her silence was not defeat. It was a strategy.