Sharpe's Tiger Novels & Stories

Its long tail was comparable to the arm of a crane that could easily flip over a residential building. Swoosh! A terrifying tiger shark was in human shape with its shark head, looking ugly. It opened its mouth and took a deep breath. Several warriors were sucked over by it. It opened its mouth and showed its sharp fangs. Then, it tore off a warrior's arm and chewed it. This scene was bloody and cruel, which made people shocked. Human warriors were afraid. "Haha... It tastes not bad." The tiger shark laughed out loud. "Kill the beast!"

Soon, they stopped before Edgar. Edgar studied the hide properly for some time. Then, he reached out to feel it with his hand. "What sort of tiger hide is this?" he asked Cyrus. "This is the hide from a Shoalarian tiger, Grandpa," Cyrus answered respectfully. Edgar continued, "A few days ago, your father mentioned that you hunted down a tiger in Shoalaria. Is this the one?" "Yes," Cyrus replied. "When we were carrying out a mission in Shoalaria some time ago, this tiger suddenly leaped out of the woods. It was as tall as an average person. Back then, we were completely stunned when we saw it."

They looked up and saw a feral beast leaping out of the fog to pounce on Sheldon. The beast looked like a tiger based on its appearance, but it was far larger than even a rhinoceros. The tiger's body was ripped with muscles. A strong wind kicked up with the force of its leap, enough to crush rocks. Everyone else gasped in terror. Just then, Sheldon let out a cry. A terrifying spiritual pressure burst from his body as he let out a strike of his own. A dull sound cut through the air. The attack landed on the tiger's head, and it let out a cry of agony, falling to the ground and taking its last breath within seconds.

I slapped him hard, and the cigarette flew from his mouth. “You little–” he snarled and lunged at me. At the same time, the tiger’s pen shook. Thor the Tiger let out a fierce roar as he slammed its gaunt body against the bars so hard that the iron might bend. Stanley froze, the drunken haze blown away by sudden fear. He staggered back several steps and stared at Thor the Tiger, horrified. Thor the Tiger’s fangs glinted, his roars rolling like thunder. The presence of a true apex predator shook everyone there.

"Prince Lam, the user, gifted Sweetheart a super tigerfish No.1!" "Prince Lam, the user..." In an instant, under Prince Lam's wrathful gaze, a large number of super Tigershark No.1 wasps swarmed out. Under the extreme shock of countless people, the whole screen of Tang Tang's live broadcast room was filled with the exclusive special effect of the Super Tiger Fish No.1. Three hundred! Five hundred! A thousand! Whoosh!!!

I would never have encouraged him to come out of hiding if I believed for a single moment that those creatures were still after him. “How severe are the wounds,” I ask Hope, “Is he going to make it?” Hope hesitates before answering, and I fear that I already know what she is going to say. “The shifter that attacked him was diseased,” she says sadly, “He was mad with it. Sharper’s disease. And you know what that means.” I know exactly what that means. Sharper’s disease is a terrible illness that for reasons unknown, only strikes rogue shifters. It eats away at their reasoning, and leaves them unable to do anything but attack others. They become pure wild animals. It is alway fatal.

The White Tiger King laughed as his figure propelled from the thick bloody fog. He was extremely fast, like a flash of lightning. A giant blood-colored tiger tore the world apart and charged at the Red Sparrow Queen on the top of the mountain. The White Tiger King's spirit controlled that blood-colored tiger. It was hundreds of meters long, and it looked like a blood-colored hill with terrorizing breath of aura all over its body. 'Damn it!' The Red Sparrow Queen's face changed; she was extremely furious. She wanted to dodge, but she was trapped in the rock formation.

That’s when they came. Panthera tigris. Not ordinary beasts, but sleek, razor-toothed monsters bred by Rogue Den’s royal family. Their fur shimmered under the weak sun, their low growls sending shivers down my spine. Even the most battle-hardened werewolves gave these predators a wide berth. The sheep scattered, bleating in terror. And before I knew it, one of the Panthera tigris lunged at them. Instinct took over—I threw myself between the beast and the flock. I barely registered the pain as its claws raked my ankle, shredding through skin and sinew like parchment.

More than a dozen zombies were thrown into the air, and White tiger took the opportunity to jump out of them. But at this time, the white tiger's fur had been torn open. Blood kept flowing out and dripped to the ground along the white tiger hair. White tiger's eyes were filled with rage. The spear shadow and the blue-red sword radiance swept across the sky. With a series of cracking sounds, the rushing Corpse Tide was torn open. But at this time, Xander Faris was very clear that the arc of Solana Gibson's Ghoul-Locker Spear and the sword radiance of Omar Pine were much smaller than before.

One of them stepped forward and spoke. “You can’t do this,” he said. “I challenge you for the pack.” Alpha Sharpe rolled his eyes. “You really want to keep abusing wolves weaker than you, huh?” Alpha Sharpe said. “I will fight for our way of life,” the warrior said. “Alright,” Alpha Sharpe said. “Let’s get on with this.”