Novel & Cerita Tigers Stories

The moment the tiger heard his name, he knew it was all over for him. He quickly did a cross sign before he rushed back to join the FaceTime. “I'm here, boss,” Tiger reported himself. He managed to stay composed. But somehow, traces of fear could still be found on his face, regardless of how he intends to conceal them. “She tried to escape from us, but we caught her. She struggled to get away from me and I handled her perfectly,” Tiger lied. The way he narrated the story shocked the ghost. He didn't see that coming.

Jackson continued, clearing his throat and sitting with her at the table, trying desperately to push past whatever had just happened. “Oh?” Lana’s face was masked in a quizzical look, her blush finally starting to settle as she watched him from across the table. Jackson’s voice hushed to a near whisper, so much so that Lana had to lean in across the table to hear him properly. “I don’t know if Roman’s talked to you about this, but there are some local legends in the parks—about what the people here call ‘ghost tigers’. There have been some sightings, and that means sometimes there are poachers. Texans with guns, looking for their fifteen minutes of fame. So we’ll need to be careful when we r

What did this mean? Obviously, Tiger Jones was not a good man, so he would not let it go until he got something. Moreover, after receiving five years of support, Tiger Jones's strength had improved by leaps and bounds and even reached the jumping stage. All of this indicated that the villagers who looked ordinary were not ordinary at all. "Of course." The pangolin smiled. "Do you want to hear a story?" "Just say it." The pangolin nodded and burrowed into the soil with Samuel. As he sped along, he began telling the story.

A tiger motif was tattooed on his face. This man was Tigre, one of the Quintus family’s twelve zodiac fighters, a person much stronger than Pigsy and Capra. “After screwing up, how are you still alive?”

I whispered, beckoning him to come closer as I opened my arms for a warm embrace. He rushed in my direction, hugging me tight. “I love you Hope, I always do. Dad is just upset about the hospital,” my voice calm and like a soothing balm to an open wound. “Did the doctor say anything bad?” he asked innocently. A chuckle escaped my lips, and I shook my head, “The doctor was mean today. He said nothing bad to Dad,” I replied. “Doctor is mean like Scar?” he asked. I raised my brow. Who was Scar?

’ He chuckled, the sound so like his Father’s I felt a stab of nostalgia, ‘Because I am also linked to you Sirius, they have closed the Canine Project down, even your Scientists have been sent back to their families, from what I have been told they were shut down by the Animal Welfare people apparently dogs have rights too! We both knew that was rubbish, if they had wanted to keep the project going no one would have stopped them least of all an Animal Welfare group. It was simply they felt threatened by my existence, I was superior to them in every way but I was not

"Please tell me in detail." "In fact, I don't know if you are talking about that place. When I was young, my father and I went to the Huya Peak at the end of the village to hunt. We went into the depths of the Huya Peak because we chased a deer. We saw that the deer was injured and couldn't go far. When we were about to catch it, we saw the deer suddenly stop in front of a cave. Then we saw it chasing after us. With a loud cry, it jumped in. My father followed it without hesitation. However, we didn't see the deer anymore after entering. Instead, we saw a large lush forest. However, we walked for seven days and seven nights in the forest. When we thought it would die there, a tiger suddenly

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.

I ask the others. "She's in the cage next to you. Norea took her somewhere and then brought her back a little while ago. She left again, though. I'm Gloria, and I'm a tiger," a young woman in the cage beside Brandon says. The cages are angled, so I can't see into the one next to me. I try to mindlink Dayan, but nothing happens. "Where are you from?" I ask them. "All over. Norea can travel anywhere she wants by snapping her fingers. We're all unmated, and most are rogues," Brandon answers.

Igneel said, straight away getting to the point. He slowly raised his sharp gaze to look at Tobias who was looking at him with the same gaze. "Oh dear, so much hate." He said with a smirk on his face before sitting straight. "Do you know what's the difference between a tiger and a dragon's symbol? Dragons never existed and even if they did, they are gone now while tigers still hunt in the jungle for their prey." Tobias said with a smirk dancing on his evil face while Igneel on the other hand stared at him with a blank face but his eyes were as sharp as a blade.