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

Jackson continued, clearing his throat and sitting with her at the table, trying desperately to push past whatever had just happened. “Oh?” Lana’s face was masked in a quizzical look, her blush finally starting to settle as she watched him from across the table. Jackson’s voice hushed to a near whisper, so much so that Lana had to lean in across the table to hear him properly. “I don’t know if Roman’s talked to you about this, but there are some local legends in the parks—about what the people here call ‘ghost tigers’. There have been some sightings, and that means sometimes there are poachers. Texans with guns, looking for their fifteen minutes of fame. So we’ll need to be careful when we r

One by one, they all exhaled, believing the danger had passed. Just as they were about to return to their casual chatter, Cathrine’s instincts screamed at her. Something heavy pounced from the shadows, knocking her to the ground. The sudden impact forced her head against the earth, and her vision blurred momentarily. When she regained focus, she found herself face-to-face with a tiger—a Bengal tiger, its fierce, unblinking eyes locked onto hers. The creature’s fangs gleamed as it growled, ready to strike.

Tiger spat angrily. "How dare they kill all my men?. What power have they got to have been able to kill those strong and hefty men I had personally choosen to destroy them and take that girl?", tiger yelled and said to no one in particular. He was burning with rage when his surviving warrior man has staggered back with a wounded body with none of his men around him. His warrior had told him that the black mountains warriors had killed them all after hypnotizing them with their wolves growls.

She began to feel uncomfortable, to wish that she had not embarked on such an adventure, and for the first time to realize the impropriety of being upon the box of a gentleman's curricle, unattended except for her groom, and upon the busiest turnpike road in the whole South country. A very small tiger, who seemed to belong to an elegant tilbury drawn by match-greys, and with its owner's scarlet lined driving coat hanging negligently over one of the panels, looked her over with an expression of strong derision, openly nudged one is the ostlers, said something behind his hand, and sniggered. But just at that moment a lean, saturnine gentleman with a club foot came out of the inn, and the grin

They quickly led the old man back up the hill when they heard a rustle from the bushes. Frank turned and saw a tiger emerging from the dense undergrowth, growling before lunging at the old man. Terrified, the old man turned to run, only to trip over a rock and fall. The tiger was barely a foot away when he got up, but Frank leapt between them before the tiger reached the old man and knocked it out! The old man was dumbstruck. "A-Are you some sort of warrior?" "No!" Frank smiled in wry amusement. "Are you alright?"

"Aaaaaaaaaaarggghh!!" Slim yelled in agonizing pain. The Snow Tiger had suddenly appeared beside him and bitten him across his body length, before he realized it. Blood gushed out from the large tree-sized teeth punctures and Slim's body dried up almost instantly but not a drop of blood touched the snow white ground. All the blood was sucked into the tiger's mouth and then the slim, shrivelled body of the Hunter was swallowed. Just like that. Not chewed, swallowed. As if he were a bitter medicinal tablet. And these series of actions happened in less than five seconds.

Scarlett’s POV Tiger padded over to me, nuzzling me affectionately, and I reached out, stroking his fur gently. It was unexpectedly soft, and his familiar pinewood scent was even stronger in this form, mingling with the crisp, earthy air of the forest. Tiger’s size was impressive; he radiated strength, yet his movements were careful, tender as he shielded me from the cold, his massive body creating a warm cocoon around me. I leaned into him, feeling a comfort and safety I hadn’t expected.

She should've had her guard up, but she was too freaked out from reading about Garin's mom. The younger shifters had told scary stories around the campfires about a blue-eyed demon who killed unwary wolves in a very particular way. They named her The Huntress. To this day, that name sent spikes of ice down Willow's spine. The Huntress was said to kill her victims slowly, using blades instead of bullets or arrows.

This was an year old picture of him standing topless for the playboy magazine. "Now what the hell is wrong with her?" Troy frowned and then walked out of the office instantly, wiping away the sweat from his forehead. The only person Troy was afraid of was his grandmother, Mrs. Herarld Dawson, his only living family. Troy was closest to her grandmother ever since he was born and perhaps that is why she was the only person who could control the untammed tiger.

Narrator : Alexander Why did she have to choose this school out of all others in the area? The one to which all my pack goes ? They would push her around and trouble her because she is human.But is she? This doubt has been lingering in my mind ever since that incident at the grocery store. But what else can she be? She is not a werewolf for sure. Maybe she is just a freak.After all she came to school with a tiger. A FRIGGIN TIGER!!!