Tiger Madagascar 3 Novels & Stories

"Oh my God. Nick, they're beasts." Nick chuckled. The tigers were Bengal tigers that he had bought from Africa when they were three months old. They were tame because their mothers were also not wild tigers living in the jungle, in other words, they were completely used to living with humans. The only thing Vanilla should have to worry about is another wild animal holding her in an unsafe position. The most intimate position that could lead to misunderstandings. "They're tame and they... like you," Nick said, his tone softly reassuring.

Lambo trained with her at the same time in Atlanta when they were still 10, and they finished training at the same time too, though they were three, but the boy (Denzel) ran away from Atlanta one month before the end of training. Since then, no one knows his whereabouts. They got to the Capture Zone, and Lambo opened the door. They went in at once, and true to her words, Tiger was already awake on the chair he was chained to. The chains dug into his skin already as a result of the tightness, and his blood was already dripping. Sylvester and Taylor are in. "Hey, I know you're trying to get something from me, but tying me up like this is cruel, I'm not a goat" Tiger said, and Sylvester laughed

"Any chance we could talk this out?" My new tiger friend doesn't give me enough time to react before launching himself at me. Claws make contact with my stomach, ripping the fabric and making me tumble backward. A scream burst from my mouth. I can feel my skin growing hot as blood trickles down my jeans. Never in my entire life have I been severely injured. I pulled a girl's hair back in third grade, and she sucker-punched me, but that was nothing compared to the open wound on my stomach. Wincing in pain, I move to the trees, closing my eyes when the roaring werecat punches me in the gut. There are no claws this time. Still, I fall flat onto my back with all oxygen leaving my lungs—this guy

I’m so caught up in my peak that it takes me a moment to hear an alarm go off in the distance. Traeger visibly stiffens, then carefully extricates his body from my hold. His eyes are hooded as he gazes towards the sound of the alarm with a grim frown. Still reeling from the intensity of my orgasm, I cling to the log and give him a questioning look. Without a word, Traeger gets up and disappears into the forest. I don’t know how long I sit there, stunned by his easy dismissal. I snap out of my haze when my mother calls out to me. “Lena, are you still there, hon? Remember, there are still wild animals out there. Don’t stay there too long.”

Only the burning need to protect my mates, to end his vile existence, mattered. I howled—a sound that shook the very foundations of the earth, a primal roar that resonated with the ancient power of the forest. And as the sound ripped from my transformed throat, flames erupted from my mouth, a torrent of violet-blue Witchfire that swallowed his sputtering magic whole, consuming his dark fire, his desperate attempts at self-defense. The Triplets, battered and bruised, shielded their eyes from the blinding conflagration, even as they stared, awestruck, at the terrifying, magnificent creature that was their mate.

“Where’s the food?” Still smiling, she tapped a small bell-like device beside her throne. The chime was soft, almost delicate. Moments later, the doors opened—and three figures were dragged in. Two fae creatures. One werewolf. I took a step back. “I… I don’t understand what’s going on.” She didn’t answer. Didn’t even look at me. The oldest of the three, the werewolf, locked eyes with Morgan, and his face crumpled in terror. He dropped to his knees.

I said, ignoring her exaggerated laments. "For a house, yes, but for a small Beach vacation house.....I don't think so; this is not normal." She whispered dramatically beside me. I rolled my eyes. The White, massive beach house looked as though it was taken from a cinematic fantasy book. It looked simple and still magnificent. We waited for a minute outside after the guards got our names to ring us in. The second Damien stepped out to greet us, the triplets ran toward him, and he scooped them both into his arms like they weighed nothing.

The weight pressing on him felt unnatural, as if the tigers had turned into living lead, crushing him beneath their mass. Gildeon gritted his teeth, muscles straining as he grappled with the large cats. Then, without warning, pain erupted in his thigh—sharp, searing. The old bite wound from the undead tore open again, deeper this time, agony ripping through him like fire. The two tigers shifted back into jaguars, taking advantage of the situation. He conjured his dragon scales to cover his thigh, but even through the hardened hide, Jaguar Alaunus’s fangs broke through, piercing deep.

Telraamon had to help her move from the bed to the chair, but it wasn't as bad as before. "I am told you have to tell me something," Rayne asked, picking up some grapes. "Alright, here is what I know and what you are going to lose your mind over. Mom, you are going to give birth to three boys. One will be a fox, the second will be a lemur, and for the last one, he will be a tiger. But not a normal orange tiger, it will be a white tiger. The other side of this is that the goddess decided that she didn't like that they would be the only ones. So she decided someone would have triplet girls." Lindaat took a drink of her tea.

I reach out to pet it, to maybe show it that I am friendly. Its teeth pops through every layer of skin on my arm as he chomps his jaw around it. A high-pitched scream litters the forest, causing the crickets to silent. The beast thrashed my arm, throwing me to the dirt. Stinging pain filters through my arm. He had to hit my bone. Before I have time to process, the beast was thrown off me I heard a thud and then a faint whimper as the rustling behind me got even closer. Did Kate find me?