The Tiger Novel Novels & Stories

“This is Tigger, my beloved pet, the world’s most unique little tiger. Don’t mess with it, else it’ll bite you!” Nicole turned around and left. Tigger laid on her shoulder and bared its teeth at Kai, thinking that it was fierce and scary. However, Kai just thought that it was extremely cute. “My baby sister is really something! Other people have cats and dogs as pets, but you dare to raise a tiger…” ‘Such a cute one at that!’ Nicole put Tigger on the sofa. It dawdled to the expensive scarf and laid on it while it looked at her. “That man is so handsome, but unfortunately his IQ is too low…”

I looked around but did not see the tiger. Where are you!? There are many trees inside the cage but those are artificial. I also noticed that the steam was very hot in the area. That must be the reason why the tiger becomes irritated causing it to break out of its own cage. Tigers don't like this kind of environment. It came from a forested mountain of Africa, it should adapt the rainforest-chilly type of weather. Thank you! There comes the roaring sound of the tiger from behind... then I heard a heavy footstep.

Tiger shot the second one in the leg as he was still trying to pick up his gun, and he yelled out in pain as he fell to the ground. The one that the tiger was holding fell over dead after the tiger sliced his neck. After that, he went to the final individual who was suffering on the ground. "You need to go tell your boss that he's an idiot because going after the weak people is one of the most idiotic things that can possibly be done in the entire world. Leave!!!" Tiger yelled, and the guy managed to get up and run out of there with only one leg. Tiger was able to make out some sniffs.

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.

I say in our mind link. I smell…ROGUES!!!! He shouts through the entire pack link. The smell of decay and death hits my nose, which is way more sensitive now and Moon Goddess above these people stink. Dakota sends up a howl, warning the pack of rogues being in the area. The smell continues to get worse when a white tiger comes out of the bushes. I move closer to Dakota as he growls at the werecat rogue. The tiger shifts into a leanly muscled man with olive skin, shoulder-length brown hair, and honestly beautiful blue eyes.

"That giant tiger, Nova!" "I can't see unless you allow me, and that is one of the areas you suck in!" Nova's voice rose. For a moment, I didn’t hear Nova's voice, and then it came, nervous and cautious. "That's no tiger, Kalila. I can sniff it. That's a Sabertooth." "W-what?" I stammered, my mouth agape. My heart pounded, and my palms turned clammy. "What…is a Sabre-"

“That makes no sense.” “It didn’t to us either,” he replied. “Not at first.” He leaned back, eyes drifting toward the treetops as if the branches themselves held the memory. “The Tiger King… he isn’t who he pretends to be. Not to you outsiders, not even to half of his own kingdom. To them, he’s a hero. A protector. A ruler chosen by fate.” His lips curled, not in amusement, but in bitterness. “We know who he really is.”

"Show me th…" Quickstep was about to say something to the system but was interrupted by a big cat who came out of nowhere. It has dark vertical stripes on its red orange fur. He remembered that its name is Tiger because it was one of his collection of creatures before. Quickstep recalled a Tiger that urinated and scratch his bark when he was still a tree. That beast would roar which made other animals stay away from its territory. The Tiger made Quickstep its home for a year before going off one evening to hunt. It never returned.

The massive tiger was on her within a heartbeat. She closed her eyes tight, praying to god that the big animal was a vegetarian but waiting for the first painful bite. “Why did you run?” a loud male voice asked. She jerked her eyes open and glanced past the tiger to a man standing just a few feet back. He was tall with blonde hair and golden brown eyes almost as yellow as the ones on the tiger. The tiger didn’t bother moving away from her, caging her on the ground. “What?” she asked, her gaze straying to the animal. It really was beautiful. Even with his big canines on display and the low roaring he continued to do.

Not just on his human form, something she’d already noted and wanted to understand better, but also his large beast standing before her. He was the most enormous tiger she’d ever seen. Siberian, she was certain that was his breed. He had beautiful stripes across his entire body, but more than that, he had scars. Not just claws and teeth scars you’d expect from a rogue who’d seen heavy battle, but burns and whiplashings. There were straight cuts, obviously from torture devices. He was tortured. There was no other way to describe the intensity of his brandings and scars. Many overlapped others, showing years of this abuse—patches of baldness where his fur could no longer grow through the build