The Tiger: An Old Hunter's Tale Novels & Stories

He took out a cigarette and lit it with a golden lighter. Then he spoke calmly. His serious tone burned away my fear. "He will not. He has not reached the hunting stage yet. And even when he does, he will not hurt you." He blew out a stream of smoke. The strange scent reached me. "You look beautiful taming my tiger on your lap." My hand slowly moved over the colorful fur. Yellow, black, and soft beige. "A woman can tame anything. She only needs courage." He nodded in agreement. "You are right."

the old woman sighed, probably because she had never had to change the words of that sermon so radically, which generally spoke of love and companionship until the end of time “Now, please, Alpha, lift your bride's veil.” Coldly, Hunter followed his orders, expecting to find there golden eyes like those of the Alpha of the Tigers, with whom he had met a few times... However, what he found was white skin touched by the sun, long hair straight and dark as the night cut short up to her shoulders and a pair of turquoise eyes so bright that they looked like the clear surface of an ocean, where he felt like he was drowning, until a part of his soul seemed to have left his body to lock itself insid

Well, that child is the Tiger he had just murdered and His Mate. Fate Just Got Badass. And it will sting like bloody hell. ******

There was no time that I wouldn't have to skip town. I began to remember the things he had told me about my supposed relatives, and I got uncomfortable. Whatever powers they had, I did not have them, yet I was being hunted because I was related to them. I wondered what their power was. Oscar told me that a Hunter could match their strength and their skill, yet I was fragile compared to him, and he could easily snap me into two.

That counted for something, didn’t it? "You were lucky," Elias said, breaking the silence. "If you had stayed up there, you wouldn’t have lasted another minute." "That thing was hunting us," I murmured. "It said I belonged to them." Elias stopped walking. His golden eyes locked onto mine; his expression unreadable. "Did it, now?" Something in the way he said it made my stomach twist. "What did it mean?" I pressed. He let out a thoughtful hum before continuing forward. "Many things hunt in these woods, little wolf. Some seek prey. Others seek something more." He turned his head slightly, his gaze flicking to me. "Tell me, Alice, have you always felt…different?"

One of the warriors looked at his horse and back to the tiger before gulping. Sly is a domestic trained tiger and was quite harmless to people but the appearance of a tiger is enough to send everyone running helter skelter. *** News reached the Autumn Pack palace that there was a girl riding a tiger towards Autumn town and might be in Autumn outskirt soon. "Are you sure of what you are saying?" Alpha Calhoun's son, Brian asked the messenger who nodded his head continuously. "Most farmers saw her," the messenger added. "Can you describe her?" Alpha Calhoun asked.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

“12 out of 21 deer have been killed by this hunter.” Holding my spear, I am trying to catch my breath while paying my whole attention to the keeper. Keepers are the one who has the information of how many kills a hunter has in an hour. “None other than, Raffi of the Ambrose’s!” I saw my father fixing his hunter’s robe while wearing his huge smile. The whole tribe is excited especially the women of which gender I belong to. I started to walk to the wooden stage created by the tribe for this kind of ceremony. Everybody is happy and I hope this will last forever.

Suddenly, Taylor wants to be strong, to be muscular, and confident in any sort of fight makes that much more sense to Jacob. “I didn’t ask how old the boy was. I didn’t ask if he could change. He can bond. We can train everything else in him.” The voice was so cold, the man’s scent seems to be everywhere all at once as he stalked closer to the woman sprawled on the ground. The wolf behind him paced and bared his teeth, growling low in his throat. Taylor watched helplessly as the man-made a motion with his hand, sending the wolf pouncing onto the woman.

A second later, Hunter had transformed from a predatory tiger to a domestic cat whose master had grasped firmly onto his two front paws, rendering him unable to move at all! Charlie raised his eyes at this time and sneered, “I heard that you’re called the White-Clothed Tiger King. I really thought that you would be a tiger, but I never would have imagined that you cannot f*cking even be compared to Hello Kitty! You’re truly utterly useless!”