Tigerheart Warriors Novels & Stories

I say in a sharp tone. " No Alpha. I just wait for more instructions. " She says still a bit breathless. " Well since you are so intusiastic and full of energy, you are going to fight against Sergej, he is one of the best and strongest. Linn you against Derek, Jay and Mark, Nick and Phil, Luca and Pete, Vincent and Connan. Let's go!" Just as they team up and are their positions Felix annoying voice in my head " Alpha, sorry but are you sure it's a good idea? Sergej dislike women warriors. He is going to hurt her, and he will hurt her badly."

Because if I looked—if I saw—I’d fall harder than I could ever afford to. But right now? I’m looking. And I fucking hate that I can’t look away. His body is a masterpiece of power. Carved abs. Broad shoulders. Veins on his arms like he’s always halfway to bursting. And his chest—God help me—his chest glistens like he walked out of some ad for sin itself. And then— Then I see it. That fucking tattoo. A lion’s head, snarling right in the center of his chest. Its mouth open like it’s about to roar. Eagle wings stretch from both sides, curling around his collarbones like a crown of chaos.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

From the background, Christopher watched them, his eyes a mixture of sternness and hidden pride. The world tour invitation still lay on the office desk, but the decision was already made. Kai Mercer would step into the ring. And Aria would be beside him—not as a fighter, not as a rival, but as a partner, preparing every punch, every move. The season had begun. And the storm Damian Cross’s return carried with it was closing in on them. ⸻ Evening slowly settled over the city. In the suite, the lamps cast a soft glow, while the TV screen flickered, throwing shifting shadows across the walls. An old, mediocre series played—the kind people don’t really watch, just let run to fill the silence.

“Okay,” Will said, wiping his hands wi‌th a dirty r‌ag. “They’re worki‌ng on a new tyre n⁠ow. It should‍n’t‌ take more than‌ thir⁠t‍y minutes.” ⁠He lean‌ed ag‌ainst the wo​rkbench as he spoke‍, broad sho‍ulders ten‍se beneath his oil-stained shi⁠r‍t. A t​hin sheen of sweat on his skin, tracing t​he definit‍ion o⁠f​ h⁠is arms and disappearing beneath the ro​lled⁠ sleeves.​ when he sm⁠iled, there was something effortless⁠ly dangero⁠us about it—like he was c​ompletely unawar⁠e o​f‍ th​e effect he had on peo​ple.

The twins were no longer only a reason for the Witch Queen to attack. They were now part of the war. Outside, a howl suddenly echoed across the territory. Then another answered from the forest. Damien stood at the western border, his wolf ready beneath his skin. The Witch Queen was coming. And this time, Shadowfang would be waiting. The warriors at the western border remained in position, watching the forest carefully. Damien could hear their wolves growling beneath their breaths, each one waiting for the order to move. The rogues had disappeared, but their scent remained thick between the trees. That alone told Damien they had not gone far.

Beside me, Cain put my Bleeding Heart that was beating relatively slowly into his chest. With that done, he dropped limply to the floor, not having even the strength to stand. But now that we had swapped hearts, he would have only a hundred years to live, while I would be immortal. Around us, the voice seemed to expand into boundless darkness, while the spiritual energies in my body regenerated at a miraculous rate. As I rose to my feet, Cain caught my sleeve and asked with a quivering voice, "Do you still hate me…?" I never looked back, only leaving my voice, "The Wisteria clan will no longer return because of you."

Tiger followed suit and slowed down as well. “What is it?” Tiger asked him. “Listen.” He said. “It’s Felan and Keyne heart beats,” “We are close.” Tiger said sniffing the air for the threats that lurked by. “Josiah’s rejections are too. Come on.” Said Marshall. “Thankfully they were closer to the kids than the rejects.” “Keyne, Felan, Where are you. I swear we won’t hurt you.” They heard a female say. “You can come out now. You are safe.”

The tiger moved with such care and affection that Ambika could hardly believe what she was seeing. Her heart softened as she watched Gowthami smile faintly and pat the tiger’s head, their connection undeniable. It was as if the tiger could sense her vulnerability and had taken on the role of her guardian, comforting her in her moment of weakness. Ambika was overwhelmed with emotion, marveling at the depth of the bond between her daughter and this wild creature.

"It's over!" As Fierce Tiger witnessed the fiery chaos unfolding before him, he realized the gravity of the situation and screamed in alarm. He quickly shouted into the intercom, "Run! Find a safe place to hide!" The unexpected scale of the attack caught him off guard. Panic ensued over the intercom. "Fire is everywhere! Where do we hide?" "Oh no, we'll die for sure!" "Brothers, fend for yourselves!" With a deafening roar, the fireballs struck the ground, igniting the methane gas and causing a series of explosive flames. The heat waves surged over the area, leaving Fierce Tiger's men in agony as they suffered numerous casualties.