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

“They all have a story.” He ran his finger down a particularly long scar that went on my right side down to my hip bone. “What the story on this one?” “Wolf who killed his wife. Finally got him in a forest in neutral territory. His pack lands were literally ten feet behind him but he was so confident he could kill me he didn’t even try to run.” I closed my eyes, remembering. “It was a good fight. Ultimately, I won, but I was laid up for a while.”

He just couldn't see me. "Didn't want the baby, huh? Wanted to abort it, huh? Fine! I'll get rid of all of it!" Hunter picked up the stuffed tiger, then drove the scissors into it with all his strength. The fabric tore open, and cotton stuffing burst into the air like snow. A moment later, the tiger's head was severed and rolled across the floor. After venting his rage, Hunter began to feel stuffy. He strode toward the balcony, trying to get some air. He reached for the balcony door handle, a second away from finally seeing me.

This can't be happening. "What a peculiar taste," Trench Coat murmured, pulling away to meet my gaze. Surprise swirled in his dark eyes, a predator confused by its prey. "It would seem the little Hunter has some secrets untold. But fear not, that doesn't avert me from your charms. Quite the contrary. You fascinate me even more now."

She sensed the change in them instantly, humans were so easy to read and like most males they were led by their cocks she lifted her lip in a sneer, ‘Come on then, bring it on. She hissed at them as one of the Hunters lunged towards her with a feral growl Tegan flicked her wrist sending him crashing into his colleague then she moved quickly her canines elongating as she leapt forward. Human flesh is soft and Tegan’s fangs sliced through their necks like butter sinking into their jugulars she tore at them angrily slashing and ripping in a frenzy of hate. When she finally stopped they were unrecognisable as humans and she stood panting heavily then flew to the nearby lake to clean herself ret

The intense urge to catch her was strong but he couldn't do that at the sacrifice of his men. "YOU MOTHERF*CKERS! GREET YOUR FATHER," Hunter snarled, charging at them. Both of his claws extended out as he slashed one of the men. Instead of tossing his body away, he ripped his insides out as blood spurts on his face but he was smiling. The looks on the faces of his enemies were magnificent. They looked terrified. Hunter's men shifted into their wolf form as they lunged at the enemies. Including Hunter, there were only four of them while the enemies were nine in number.

One big black tiger, suddenly jumped towards Cyou chen. chyou chen who was already prepared, managed to stab the tiger's eye and directly climbed into his body. He quickly then tore the tiger's neck and ended up dead. Almost the same thing Chyou chen did to the other tigers. but the last tiger, managed to tear the skin and pounce on Chyou chen very fiercely. But Chyou chen didn't immediately give up and gave up, he who was still armed with a small knife in his hand was back in preparation.

She was a storm, unmoving, unyielding, daring anyone to challenge her. Alexander and Raymond didn’t hesitate. They sprinted down the path she indicated, breaking through low branches, crunching over undergrowth, leaping fallen logs. Behind them, the forest echoed with growls, bullets, and shouts. Ruth didn’t follow. She stayed, ready, fearless, a wall between the hunters and them. Alexander’s chest heaved, lungs burning, muscles screaming for rest, but he didn’t stop. The wolf inside him still lingered, claws itching, fangs sharp. Bloodlust hovered at the edges of his mind, snapping at the human part of him.

he begun narrating the story. As much as she wanted to interrupt and ask him why he was narrating a story about tiger in the middle of midnight, she listened to it quietly. " There was tiger that lived in a jungle. Everyone were scared of it. It was strong and powerful. It wasn't scared of anything. It hunted it's prey like anything. It was the king of that jungle although there were lions in the jungle, that tiger had a very sharp mind and was brutal in hunting. It never spared anyone who stood in it's way. That's why he was called King Tiger." he briefed, she hummed in response. She started to like the story to be honest.

It raised its head and gave an angry roar. The amiable old man turned pale. When he thought that his back had been facing such a terrible monster every day, his legs weakened and began to tremble. "Hawl!" The tiger suddenly gave another deafening roar. The fierce tiger turned around and its giant tail waved in the air, bringing about sounds of air exploding. Chu Xun caught Azure Dragon and the amiable old man, and stepped back with them, avoiding the tiger's tail. "Crack!" The giant mahogany desk of the amiable old man was hit by the tiger's tail and splintered into pieces.

“He has been lame in one foot from his birth. That is why he has only killed cattle. Now the villagers of the Waingunga are angry with him, and he has come here to make our villagers angry. They will scour the jungle for him when he is far away, and we and our children must run when the grass is set alight. Indeed, we are very grateful to Shere Khan!” “Shall I tell him of your gratitude?” said Tabaqui. “Out!” snapped Father Wolf. “Out and hunt with thy master. Thou hast done harm enough for one night.” “I go,” said Tabaqui quietly. “Ye can hear Shere Khan below in the thickets. I might have saved myself the message.” Father Wolf listened, and below in the valley that ran down to a little riv