Tigerheart Warriors Novels & Stories

"Black Tiger! You will punish her. Take the sword and tear out her heart where the feeling takes its toll." Black Tiger, who was standing without any expression, but looking at the girl, felt uneasy. She was a good warrior of this gang. He turned away in an imperceptible way but his steps were chained to the Master’s voice. He slowly turned back and looked at the sword. There was a silent plea in the eyes of the girl, but her tongue was silent. She was a young girl of about 25 years of age. She was being punished for her actions because she had deceived them by providing sensitive information to the enemy.

✓✓✓Simeon Mateo, Alejandro Moreno, Alfonso Martinez and Diego Aguado✓✓✓ "Hmmm interesting." She smirked. She checked their pictures and their history together. Her smile faded wgeh she saw everything. "There's no way." She said unable to believe the coincidence. The files fell from her hands as she saw the group they belong to. THE BLUE DRAGONS That's what they always called themselves. She held her head as pain filled her and all her painful memories came back to her. Leonardo Acosta is one of them? She remembers they're the ones she's saw that night.

They were good at it. My heart would have beat louder if I was an amateur dragon. But I was blessed with a mature dragon. When they brought the box and opened it, the Mighty Heart shined like a star and it started beating again. It recognized me. And it knew that I was close to it, closer than ever. The whole crowd was amazed when they saw what the mighty heart did. But no one except for me and my four allies, knew that it was me who made the Mighty Heart start beating again. I was happy in my heart that at least, my people, who were suffering. That heartbeat would lessen their suffering.

They were hungry and needed to feed before dusk. "Please, let me go" The prey said to the predator who held her neck tight. “No” he answered. She knew it was too late for that as prince Ivar pulled the v necked of her hood. His curved fangs made a wet slick as they slide down his gums. Then he lowered his head opened his mouth wide and with a groan from deep in his gut, brought his fangs down. Pierced the pale skin and sank the sharp fangs deep into the girls throat.

Kat retorted. “Lower your voice, oh my god,” Eli said, warning Kat for somebody might hear what she was saying. “The program had not even started, and yet you all are already fighting? Hi, Boss R!” Hugo spoke while coming near them, not forgetting to greet Eli’s father who came here for the occasion. They shook hands and Ross jokingly tightened his grip on Hugo’s hand. Daniel, Hugo’s twin brother, was there, too. He is the one to accompany the latter in the ceremony.

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the

The tiger rapidly advanced towards Tensha and swung its claws towards Tribe leader Tensha's chest. "Nature barrier!" Tensha said, as a light green shield appeared in front of him. As the tiger's claw touched the shield, his flames dimmed even further. The shield was broken after lasting for a moment. Although Tensha retreated backward as the shield was being, the claws still grazed him. Claw marks could be seen on his chest as he crashed on the ground. Blood started following from his chest.

The training grounds were bustling with activity. Boots hit earth, steel smashed against steel, and the air was heavy with the pungent smell of wolf and perspiration. Standing in the middle of it all, Rylan Wolfe corrected stances, gave commands, and exerted more effort than normal on his troops. more difficult than is necessary. "Again," he angrily said. With deadly efficiency, Rylan disarmed the pack warrior across from him, sending the sword spiraling onto the ground before he could even raise his guard. The warrior gasped,

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.

The championship that was Arthie's — his name, his points, his velocity that was presence rather than escape, the survival that was living, the damage that was expansion. In parc fermé, they embraced. The three-way contact that was becoming home, the configuration that held through fear and risk and the uncertainty of outcome, the love that was permanent, structural, confirmed. Cyrus wept, the release that was total, the terror that was love and the relief that was love and the presence that was love, all simultaneous, all enough. "We won," Arthie said, the statement that was fact and also mystery, the championship that was his but was also theirs, the victory that was individual and shared.