The Tiger Novel Novels & Stories

They follow the most muscular wolf, and if you're sick as alpha, you better have eyes in your neck before you're stabbed in the back. "Oh shit!" Dior swears, and I stop running, staring at the undead tiger before us. It must have run ahead of us, and now it's showing its teeth, making these hissing sounds. Its fur is orange, but a soft grey underneath all the blood dried on its coat. Like the bear, the eyes are an angry red. Ice-cold fear trickles down my spine, and I whine at what appears to be a zombie tiger. "No way can you fight that thing—it's massive!" Dior seems awake enough to look around the scene. He then taps my shoulder, making me turn to the right and stare at the river down the

The white wolf was going hunting. I crept into rogue wolf’s territory, lowering myself to the ground. Without moonlight, I had to rely on my vision and it didn't fail me. I sniffed the air, the stench rushed into my nostrils, making me gag. I shook it off and listened. I could hear a steady breathing. Creeping closer, I peeked inside his den. The rogue lay sleeping by a fire on a sack, in human form. A man; dark haired, four jagged scars slashing down his face. Nearly naked, except for a torn pair shorts. The ugliest man I had ever seen.

In his place was a demon capable of being ruthless enough to kill his companions for profit brutally. Holy Tiger had been operating Yamafuji Sai in Japan and using the organization’s bounty hunters to make money in recent years. Who knew how many crimes he had committed? The rampaging Holy Tiger had unleashed the strongest move from his first attack. His punches could be compared to those that Sachin Taylor dishes out. Of course, that was before Sachin Taylor went berserk. The fact of the matter was Holy Tiger would not be Sachin Taylor’s opponent, but the skill gap was definitely not far off.

Horror barely touched his face, and the head had already said goodbye to the body. The last enemy, sensing his imminent death, rushed to run. Silly, pointless and desperate. You can't run away from a tiger in the forest. And you can't brush it off with a little dagger. One heavy blow to the back and it was all over. Terrible jaws closed on his head, piercing and crushing bones. Snow crunched nearby. Deja lifted her head, meeting green eyes. On the broad muzzle, blood froze like icicles. The breath was thick with steam. The girl, without saying a word, grabbed the tiger by the powerful neck.

and I sped off. When we reached our home I took out my angel from the backpack and said, “Ok Nova you can now shift back” and added a barrier around the house. Her bones started to shift and she howled in pain as I took her and set her on my lap running a hand through her fur until she shapeshifted into her little cute white tiger. “Why so long?” She mewled. “Sorry Nova, some wolves were following me,” I replied sheepishly. Unlike me this little tiger doesn’t have a human form most likely because she is born a tiger and she hasn’t met the moon goddess.

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.

"I don't think being a tigress is right for me. I'm too self centered." My tiger whined. 'You only know how to fight like you do because of dad. It isn't his fault for preparing us for what the world is going to be like, but we have a chance to change it. Come on Yvonne, please just keep reading and see where this goes?' I sighed but looked back down at the book. All of the pictures were of tigers and sometimes women and men were also in with them. The pictures didn't match what was written. It was like they told a story, where as the book gave a description of everything. I tried to read the story of the pictures and noticed something.

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

I only managed to help her straighten up before I was yanked away by the tiger again. I recalled reading it once that a tiger enjoys toying with its prey before killing it, realizing once the animal decided he was done with the foreplay, it was going to tear me apart. I kicked yelled and tried to fight the animal off me but I was powerless especially now that it had enough foreplay, it towered over me and just as it was about to sink its fangs into me, it was suddenly flying into the air again. I jolted on my feet crashing into Hazel that lay a few feet away from me.

That shadow represented another aspect of Xiao Chen's nature, one that always emerged when facing his enemies—a nature devoid of fear and mercy toward those who considered him an enemy. "This...?" What was happening now was beyond his imagination. He never expected that the white tiger, known as the tiger of destruction and the king of sacred beasts, would emerge from within Xiao Chen's body. From the ancient books he had heard of, this white tiger was the figure who most defied the heavenly laws of all the tribes, and he was also the one who made many different tribes dare to go further as an example to them. And the famous white tiger king had even killed many supreme gods relying only on