Warrior Cats Tigerstar's Death Novels & Stories

Lana saw it happen like a blur, right before her eyes—she and Ian had been having dinner with her father when Trevor and his cadre attacked. She and Ian had leaped to his defense, but four large male tigers had grabbed her, held her back as she fought to reach her mate and her alpha. They made her watch as Trevor, in tiger form, slashed her father’s throat, crushed his chest and removed his heart, and tore out his entrails. Then he turned his attention to Ian.

I thought sarcastically, as a pang passed briefly over my chest. “Hm. That sounds... unnecessarily violent. And just so you know, I’m not a fan of that plan,” I said, trying to assess the situation. I didn’t even remember seeing this guy around much. So maybe... it wasn’t really about me? “Maybe we can settle this another way —just you and me. Wait, no—let’s make it me and your wolf?” I suggested, watching his reaction. “You have a death wish, girl,” he spat.

His eyes were glued to the scene in front of him. He had just entered the college and was making his way to his class when he saw his tigress yelling at someone. It was her cousin Zaviar and the boy whom she had bribed yesterday. He smiled realizing she was angry at them because they did not succeed in helping her to degrade him.

I enjoy a good fight. To tell you a little bit about me. My parents, Sylvia and Raoul, were fated, but Dad died when I was 12 in a car accident, and no amount of werewolf healing could bring him back from Death's door. I know Mom still mourns him and misses him, and what they had was the dream, the other half of your soul, the one person that completes you. If I am honest, I am terrified of it.

He nodded, already turning back to the fray. Enough! I shift back to Cece with a roar, the sound freezing every fighter in place. I shifted again. Back in human form, I snarled, “Leave. Now. Or my tiger finishes what I started.” The rogues hesitated—until their Alpha tried to ambush me from behind. How did I know it was him? Didn’t matter. One pounce. One snap of my jaws. Their Alpha is dead. The rogues broke. Dean lay bleeding, wolfsbane poisoning his wounds. His wolf was too weak to heal him. My mates barked orders—get him to Doc, now—but I knew the truth.

Fortunately, Frank had a good eye to see the cat morphing into a powerful tiger, which lunged toward Baldie. He was certainly delighted to hear the earth quaking as the tiger moved—thank goodness he followed the beggar when he did, or he would have missed out on a great show! With the insurmountable gap between the average martial artist against the tiger, it was safe to say that it could handle twenty Ezel Larks. Unfortunately for it, it was not facing twenty Ezel Larks, but one Baldie. Clearly prepared for this, Baldie punched the tiger, destroying it right then.

Well, that child is the Tiger he had just murdered and His Mate. Fate Just Got Badass. And it will sting like bloody hell. ******

The Great Elder frowned and thought Severin was underestimating him by using a normal attack against him. "Attack!" However, he did not care. All he wanted to do was kill Severin to protect the family's honor. As he pointed to the front, the tiger dashed up front. A second later, a loud sound resembling the thunder appeared. Unbelievably, the tiger only managed to withstand a few seconds before it perished into thin air. Whereas the spiritual energy beam became shorter and less shining. However, it continued to head to the front with its remaining power. "No! That's impossible! Could he really be a level seven warrior king?"

He quietly backed away and hid under the shadow of a tree as he watched the entire fight. The Flaming Vulture was a ferocious beast but looked small when facing the Black-Winged Tiger. When the Black-Winged Tiger lunged at it, the Flaming Vulture immediately dodged. After that, it got entangled with the tiger in another attack. Both monsters died in the end. The tiger was dead while the vulture had been torn apart by the tiger and burned to a crisp. "I can't believe such powerful beasts appeared in front of me. Could there be some sort of treasure here?" Chase wondered about this and had a vague guess.

Facing certain death, he preferred to go down fighting. "Die!" Their battle cries tore through the air as they charged, each pouring their entire might into the clash. In such a fierce fight, the outcome would be swift. Crash! Their weapons met with a thunderous impact, and White Tiger coughed up blood, staggering backward from the overwhelming force. He was outmatched in strength, utterly crushed. Phoenix watched, her heart racing with worry. However, that was White Tiger's chosen duel, a fair fight. She could not interfere, and neither could Alexander. White Tiger's stubborn pride was such that he might take his own life if they did.