Tyger Salazar Novels & Stories

He was a good warrior, but a shit dad. The sounds of clapping around me bring me back to the main hall, looking up I see Alpha Zac motioning for me as he holds a silver dagger. Shit, my turn already. I smile and make my way to the podium he is standing at. “Isa will be joining the ranks as a warrior. We are excited to add her to the patrols and at training, teaching her our styles and learning moves she can offer.” “I, Alpha Zac of the Clear Creek pack, hear by joining you, Isla Miller, by blood oath”. He slices his palm, blood drips down into a goblet. He hands me the knife,

Then it hit me. "Lopez..." I breathed while nodding. Cyrus stood up from his chair and started to pick up the empty boxes of the chinese takeout he bought on his way back here. I watched him walk over to the sink and wash his hands. I still can't believe that Cyrene is his sister but, something's not right. "So, if she is your sister, why is she not using Steele? Why Lopez?" I asked then I saw the way his body tensed.

he said, “Do you know how dangerous it is. Even for wolves and you’re just a human,” “Thanks for saving my life. I’m grateful for that, but you don’t have to worry about me,” The man gazing at me as if I’m a wonder. “Who are you? Why are you here?” I asked. “I’m Alex and I live around here,” he said. “What’s your name?” he asks me. “Serena,” “Serena, where are you from?” The way he said my name, made my heart race. “I’m from Silver Fangs pack,”

Especially when it was the Alpha involved. The first girl to speak was Lysa, the one who always thought she knew everything. The one who believed that everything she saw through was real and the rest was none more than a game. “Aria,” she breathed, leaning forward with conspiratorial awe, “what kind of witchcraft did you use on the Alpha? You know, are you putting something in the food he’s eating? Or is it the water? Everyone needs water, right? He is bound to drink it if you put something in it.”

Kayson dragged along the baseball bat stained with blood and made his way to Frederick. Frederick was so scared that he almost wet his pants. He said stutteringly, “Y-You are doomed, boy! Troy is working for Mr. Tigre!” Kayson asked in puzzlement, “Who’s Tigre?” Frederick said sternly, “You don’t even know about Mr. Tigre… Mr. Tigre is a good friend of Mr. Saul! He took over all of Mr. Saul’s gangs after Mr. Saul’s death, and he is now the underworld king of Northspring!”

While tension unfolded between the twins and Tiffany in the jungle, far away, Salazan, a keen observer, followed each event through Justin's eyes. A chill ran down his spine as he witnessed the extraordinary display of strength of the supreme alphas in their human forms. A strength that Salazan, even throughout his centuries of existence, had never seen in supernatural beings.

Soon, they stopped before Edgar. Edgar studied the hide properly for some time. Then, he reached out to feel it with his hand. "What sort of tiger hide is this?" he asked Cyrus. "This is the hide from a Shoalarian tiger, Grandpa," Cyrus answered respectfully. Edgar continued, "A few days ago, your father mentioned that you hunted down a tiger in Shoalaria. Is this the one?" "Yes," Cyrus replied. "When we were carrying out a mission in Shoalaria some time ago, this tiger suddenly leaped out of the woods. It was as tall as an average person. Back then, we were completely stunned when we saw it."

This side of me only comes out when I need to be a maniac. "Tasha Quinn!" Principal Salazar's voice booms throughout the entire hallway, sending the cheering crowd into shock mode. Her jet black heels clank down the hallway floor as she struts towards the chaotic scene, flanked on both sides by two hefty school guards. Principal Salazar is the pure definition of a bull you can't take by the horns. She is tall, slender, light-skinned, has short curt brown hair that is always bobbed, always wears a touch of black in every outfit, and she never smiles. Like she never even chuckles.

（Third-person POV.） "Sent where?" Joric's voice trembled, but he fought to keep it steady. "To her mate's pack, of course," Marta replied, like she was talking about the weather. New mate? Joric’s mind went blank. "Who is her new mate?" He heard his own voice as if from a great distance. "The Alpha of Silvermoon," Marta said with a small laugh. "Alpha Torin. It's quite something, isn't it? For Faelan to be claimed by an Alpha that powerful."

As the dance went on he didn’t say a word but stared deep within my soul making my heart hammer, Sage's voice whispered in my ear, "You made a big mistake, Lyra, by signing that marriage contract. You don't belong here." I felt a sting of hurt, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me crumble. "I didn't want to be here either," I replied, my voice steady. "But I said it before, and I'll say it again, I'm not afraid of you." Sage's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in frustration. "You should be," he growled, his voice low and menacing. I raised my chin, meeting his gaze head-on. "I'm not intimidated by your title or your power, Alpha Sage. And I won't be bullied into submission.