Tigers In Fiction Novels & Stories

The crowd felt like a bomb had gone off in their heads. Who were Tigers? They were Predators at the very top of the food chain. Due to the disappearance of Nightmares from the world for so many years everyone regarded Tigers as the peak that could only be admired from afar. Every Tiger of every city was well respected and received great treatment. They were like kings that could get anything they wanted as long as they whistled or clapped for it. These powerful beings rarely made public appearances, but one had revealed himself today.

I jumped and crossed the last hill, now I was standing on the flat ground, my warriors following me closely but all of us stopped in shocked. We identified our teen pups, who were lying on the ground, but I can see their healing process has started and small wounds are not oozing the blood anymore. However, my eyes caught few rogues lying on the ground lifeless, they have lost a lot of blood, even one’s neck was slit. My eyes raised to catch who has teared them down but seeing the wolf standing in the middle, throwing, biting and kicking rogues, the one I have never seen in my pack, hell I never knew this wolf existed.

That’s when they came. Panthera tigris. Not ordinary beasts, but sleek, razor-toothed monsters bred by Rogue Den’s royal family. Their fur shimmered under the weak sun, their low growls sending shivers down my spine. Even the most battle-hardened werewolves gave these predators a wide berth. The sheep scattered, bleating in terror. And before I knew it, one of the Panthera tigris lunged at them. Instinct took over—I threw myself between the beast and the flock. I barely registered the pain as its claws raked my ankle, shredding through skin and sinew like parchment.

Constance says with a reminiscing look. Tinsley, Rory, and Brigitta had a touched expression on their faces. "I can guess where this thing is going. White Tigress is definitely the villain. White Tigress is such a jerk, how can she ruin such a poor girl's dream?" Tinsley blurted out a joke with a touching look which made Rory and Brigitta turn to her in disbelief. "You're white Tigress." They pointed out with blank expressions which made Tinsley smack herself playfully.

and besides, I wouldn't explain even if I could. The tiger coughed again and then turned away from me in a huff to attack the others instead. I watched the three men run off into the distance. This time, the aura was even more pressurising, causing the tiger to slump to the ground. I let out a yawn, too used to this scenario. I looked at the sky. It was very late in this world. When I'd walked in, it was only afternoon back there. Bringing out my savage beasts from the recluse storage ring, Roy the mighty, mutated bird and Little Wolfy the copper-fur wolf appeared by my sides. They stared into the tiger eyes in a surprisingly ferocious manner.

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.

If you ever run into a vampire and a hybrid, run from the hybrid. Even with all these, they are so rare to find. So rare that you could only count two in ten years. I said I wouldn't have anything to do with vampires nor any one of their kind but here I am, over the shoulder of one of them. "Put me down!" I fired. "Keep quiet, would you? You'll wake up the tigers." "T...tigers?" "What? You're afraid of tigers?" He taunted and I gulped. If there's one creature I fear most in the world, it's tigers. I had a very horrific encounter with them when I was young.

"The history of the broken tar road as most people know it is actually incorrect. The true story is that a man built it not because he always got lost but because he was afraid of his son getting lost. The man was a powerful Hunter and in those days, the snow tigers were more numerous. There were lots of herbs and plants which attracted all kinds of herbivores which likewise attracted lots of carnivores. After all, where there is a lot of prey, there will be a lot of hunters. So, among the carnivores was a large group of snow tigers, consisting of a single male, some females and lots of cubs. Sounds amazing right?" The old man asked with a cheeky smile. He drank some more water and continued

I followed the running people until I reached the end of Wildlife where nothing else was left except for some wildlife left in their cages. I looked for Nicky... but I didn't see her. I ran down a winding road and there I saw more large cages. More of them are deadly animals like lions, varieties of hyenas, cheetahs, jaguars and some black panthers. Then I heard a mad roar from the south block of Wildlife. The tiger! I ran as fast as I could. I saw a big cage. It was the biggest of them all with fake trees and everything that didn't even copy the real scene from forestry.

"But a shifter? Wolves are pretty sexy animals." Sexy! Lia hadn't heard that particular adjective applied to wolves in her lifetime, at least from humans. From them, she'd heard adjectives like rabid and vicious and crazy. And certainly those applied to the pack that had decimated her own. But Lia knew firsthand wolves could be definitely sexy. "She certainly made it believable," the woman behind Lia said.