Waking The Tiger Novels & Stories

With Tiger's unwavering support and her own strength, The morning sun cast a warm glow through the kitchen window as Tiger moved about with a purpose. He wanted to chase away the lingering shadows of worry and anxiety that had plagued Christiana in recent days. Today, he would fill her heart with love and remind her of the joy that awaited them. Humming a cheerful tune, Tiger set about preparing a special breakfast for his beloved wife. He gathered fresh fruits, sliced them with care, and arranged them in a vibrant display on a porcelain plate. The sweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, promising a comforting embrace for Christiana's senses.

She kicked the semi, and a white tiger leapt out from the compartment and ran to her side while growling at Frank and the others! "Watch out, Mr. Frankton!" Faust exclaimed. "That's the signature move of White Tiger Hall—it may look no different from any other tiger, but it would swell up in size, and its fur is impenetrable. Don't underestimate it!" "Some form of vigor technique?" Frank muttered, seeing through the principle in an instant. "You could say that." The woman shrugged. "But there's nothing cute about White Tiger Hall's vigor techniques. You'll just have to beat it with sheer power if you want to win!"

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.

She didn't have a clue. It didn't take long for her to put an overnight bag together. She only grabbed the bare necessities, eager to be out of the cabin, and the memory of Kyle and his vandalism put behind her. Alanna followed her out as they made sure the place was as secure as possible considering its condition before heading to their cars. As Eve opened the driver's door, she paused a moment, looking around the place one more time. Movement in the woods to the east of her place snagged her attention, and she squinted, trying to make out what—or who—lurked there, at first worried that Kyle watched her. However, what she saw surprised her even more than if it had been her ex. Standing at t

The White Tiger said, laughing when Kyro charged at him but a burning tree log dropped right in from of him blocking his path. “TRIXIE!” The girls yelled hoping off their wolves running to the edge of the burning forest. The White Tiger had her laying on the ground in front of her, with her feet on her back so she couldn't move, even though she looked like she wasn't conscious anyway. When the girls yelled her name, she opened her eyes slightly and raised her head, then let it drop back to the ground. Shawna called a shotgun and fired it at the White Tiger before anyone could blink. The White Tiger dodge the bullet, turning to Shawna in anger.

“While preying on the edges of the shrinking water bodies, In the scorching waves of summer heat. The vary victim is not aware of the lurking danger, Or hungry greed. It’s the perfect chance, an absolute opportunity, The Tiger strikes with a swift streak, His grace unmatched, Fearless he proceeds, To gain over his kill. The neck of the thrashing pawn under the clutches of his teeth, The Tiger gauges the nature of his sort, and drags his win to a secluded vicinity.” Oh! How his eyes searched the strength of the attack It was very interesting to the world But to him- he felt quite detached He watched the predator tear into the flesh, Every bite feeding its hungry lust His eyes didn't stray fro

That nurse quickly secured the document in her folder before she glared at me and asked, "How are you even his wife? How could you allow him to drink alcohol with some agitator mixed in it when he still hasn't recovered from his severe injuries?" With that, the nurse hurried off, and the doors to the ER were closed once again. I remained motionless for a moment before slumping powerlessly against the wall to the floor, burying my face deeply in my trembling hands as tears escaped between my fingers. I let out a muffled, ragged whimper, my voice echoing faintly down the long hallway. "I-I'm so sorry, Tristan… I'm so sorry…" Thankfully, the dose of the agitator wasn't high, and after a whole d

, Luna merit smiled warmly. ***** It was 5:00 a.m. on the dot when tiger woke up from the loud yawning sound from one of his men, he gradually opened his eyes gently groaning from the piercing pain that came from his neck. He had drunk the previous night and slept on his neck till dawn. He bends his neck to the left with his hand twisting it backwards which made a cracking sound that suppressed the pains that comes from his neck. He stood up sluggishly seeing all of them sprawled onto the floor with their mouth opened unawares, snoring their way deeply into their sleep. He shook his head in an amusing way and kicked them one by one to stand up and start their daily routine.

She wants to meet the woman with magical powers. "Grandma how will the lycans wake up?" Thea asked with curiosity shining in her big eyes. "There's a legend that say that the blood of the innocent soul will wake the lycan King up. The soul should be untainted, pure and innocent." Grandma told her. "However, there's a another legend which says that only the mate of the King of lycans can wake him up. They say that her presence will force him to break everything and come to her."

Everyone knew about her now, there was no keeping her a secret. “Have you had blood?” “No. Tala really wants some.” “You remember shifting?” She hadn’t remembered any of the other times. Her head bobs up and down as I pull my tee off and slip it over her head. “You were supposed to stay in the house.” “No one saw me.” “They have now and they are afraid. Wolves are not afraid of many things but they cannot handle what you are.” “Then what do you want me to do?” I couldn't believe what I was about to say, but curiousity was taking over.