Lone Tiger Novels & Stories

Sun steps forward and growls fearlessly. “Get back!” Ayrelles takes a defensive stance in front of Leticia and Lena and snarls back at the tiger. She pulls a handgun from its holster on her hip and points it at the approaching tiger. “NO! Les! Don’t hurt him!” Leticia runs forward and throws her hands out. She turns around and faces Swagga. “He… He’s my… mate.”

Tiger's point of view Tiger sat alone in his childhood home, surrounded by the lingering presence of memories that both comforted and haunted him. The room was filled with a melancholic silence, as if the walls themselves mourned the loss of his beloved mother, Alexa. Gazing out of the window, his eyes fixated on the silver moonlight dancing upon the quiet streets, Tiger found himself lost in a labyrinth of thoughts about his parents' shattered bond.

That was the end of us all. We came into an open field like cows who came out for grazing, there seated was Alpha Grey and his Beta. Didn't see any woman beside him. "Could it be that he doesn't have a wife, or.. Luna, so they call her?" I asked myself, still observing. "But who would want to be with such a terrible beast?" I breathed in and coughed out a sigh of relief . "Now, everyone get over there and pick up your working tools; this minute!" The Alpha's Beta requisitioned as his eyes flashed around the crowd, with his right hand giving the description and directions.

he decreed “Tigers of Valiant, unite right now! End the threat to our pack!” “If you lay a single finger on my wife...” Hunter stood up and, along with his growl, Corinne used the threatening growl of all the wolves that were there, in a much greater number than the tigers “You will find out the reason why wolves have always been the most dangerous enemies you have ever had.”

All of them knew that there had to be a big battle unfolding outside, but no one knew what to do. At this moment, Hunter’s voice came from outside. “Everyone inside with the last name Wade should listen to me properly. I am Hunter Lang, the White-Clothed Tiger King from Ten Thousand Armies! I will give you thirty seconds to come out honestly now! Otherwise, I will kill all of you directly if you wait for me to rush in!”

I was beyond angry. "Hey, Leo." I snapped my head towards the all too familiar voices. Adrian and Cade, my friends, also do not belong to the wolf realm. Adrian is a hybrid snake and talking about the Cade, his full name is El Cade Jo, and yeah good catch, he's that creature which you are thinking about. Cadejo is said to be a creature that appears in the form of a really big dog with big feet, long, skinny legs, fangs, and red eyes.

He says. He hands me the picture and I just stare at it. These aren’t fucking pets. These are wild fucking animals. Who in the fuck has pets like these? I am staring at a fucking white tiger, a black panther, and a large solid black wolf. No wonder no one wants to try and sneak onto the land. Forget the high tech security system they have. These three beasts are enough to keep you away. “How in the hell did they even get these beasts?” I ask.

"I am going to the club tonight. I need something to make me forget today." Carter inwardly sighed and just nodded, as Leo walked into the bedroom to change. "Yes boss." Inside the car, Carter drove his boss to the LIQUID DREAMING CLUB. He hated that his boss went here to find some women to be with. Leo had a girlfriend. She was in the relationship for his money and power. Mage Shoten was every man's dream but she was a toxic and vicious woman who thought she had Leo wrapped around her finger. But Mage's father had been one of the BOD who tried to frame Leo. Carter feared the relationship wouldn't fare well.

The impasse was finally brought to a close as a firm voice broke through the tension. ‘What is going on here?’ He boomed. The authority of his presence, commanding the attention of wolves around Tilla. They turned to regard the majestic Lycan, who suddenly appeared upon the crest of the subtle slope that dipped into the clearing. Accompanied by a few wolves she had not recognized previously as he descended into the opening, the meager rays of sunlight reflected in the shades of his ashen fur. However, Tilla could not share in the admiration of the members of his pack.

Surrounded by others, and staff in closer quarters. An older couple stands behind us in line, and behind them I can see shoes of another lone man. We pay and take our tickets to the bench with us, where we wait a half hour for the train. At the sound of it's whistle, Chey and I heft our luggage up and join the line to board. Motion from the corner of my eye catches my attention, and I turn to stare over my shoulder into the face of the man who stole my wallet. He grins, bashful, and his large warm eyes meet mine. He is handsome, yet average, only his eyes and presence feel inhuman.