Waking The Tiger Novels & Stories

And if it had… why weren't we separated? My gaze drifted back to the mirror. That hideous, winding scar seemed to conceal a secret I could not grasp. No matter how hard I tried, my memory offered nothing. In the end, I could only decide to confront Alicia and demand the truth. After showering, I pulled on the only outfit hanging in the wardrobe—a plain gray tracksuit. In the dining room, Alicia sat with a boy who looked like a miniature version of me, quietly eating breakfast. I couldn't hold back my exclamation. "Wow! The kid looks exactly like me!"

Chapter 59 Halle Wilder ~•~ I jolted awake, panting, my chest rising and falling like I had just run for miles. The sheets were soaked with sweat, and I pressed my hands against my chest to steady my breathing. My dream felt so real. It was still the same nightmare — my father wanted to kill me. I stood up from the bed and turned on the lights. Then I opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. The coolness soothed my dry throat but it didn’t calm the storm raging inside me.

I don't even think I was breathing and I didn't even open my eyes, I just waited for the tiger's fangs to apply to my body. Time passed... it didn't happen. When I woke up, I just saw the tiger sitting in front of me, and then we stared at each other again. He brought his face closer to mine and suddenly licked my face. With saliva. Eeeew. After that, he walked away from me towards the forest. The great white tiger just wagged his tail like a cat bidding goodbye. And when he was gone, that was the only time I breathed a sigh of relief. "Phew! I thought he was going to caress me. Well, maybe he's not my type. He's still choosy, I'm pretty."

Man was going to have some hard time using it! “Hmmmmm… I could get used to waking up like this!” I moaned out, entangling my fingers in his hair and bringing him closer to my core. He rewarded me with a grunt that shot straight into my pussy, rendering me breathless in just a split second. I looked towards Tiger who had his brows furrowed deeply as he watched his huge diling-dolong drilling his husband’s puckered hole. He looked so damn handsome and I loved seeing that look on him!

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 mere presence of the weretiger rendered them insignificant, a force to be reckoned with, reducing them to mere spectators in his intimidating presence. As Alaric, Tricc's Tiger, perceived the profound stillness within the room, a singular sound pierced through, illuminating the truth. Only one held such dominion over them—words mattered little, a single command from him was enough to unleash the primal beasts within, setting them on a frenzied path. (Help)

This was an year old picture of him standing topless for the playboy magazine. "Now what the hell is wrong with her?" Troy frowned and then walked out of the office instantly, wiping away the sweat from his forehead. The only person Troy was afraid of was his grandmother, Mrs. Herarld Dawson, his only living family. Troy was closest to her grandmother ever since he was born and perhaps that is why she was the only person who could control the untammed tiger.

The ground trembled beneath my feet. Not once. Not twice. It kept shaking, each movement stronger than the last. The wolves behind us began to growl. I could feel their fear through something I couldn’t explain. My grandfather stepped forward. “Everyone back.” Nobody moved. The imposter remained completely still. He wasn’t afraid. He was waiting. I looked at him. “You knew this would happen.” His eyes met mine. “Yes.” “What is waking?” “The First Wolf.”

The tiger cub was also brought in, now it is as tall as Henry's waist. Three tigers sat by Eric's bed, tails wagging back and forth. They kept rubbing their heads in Eric's arms, wanting him to wake up. Just like that, a month has passed since returning, Eric still has not shown any signs of waking up.

And just like the chandeliers, they were dusty - looking. I kept swinging my gaze around, drinking it all in, until my eyes fell on the tiger skin rug. It paved a wide path way, all the way up to the gold plated steps that led up to the throne chair. There, a tiger head stared at me menacingly from it's perch at the foot of the throne, it's eyes golden brown, it's fangs bared. Somehow it had been preserved to still look fresh, after all these years. The look it gave me seemed to say --- proceed if you dare. I quickly glanced away from it's eyes and was met, insead, with the imposing throne chair.