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The Tiger Within

The Tiger Within

In a world left with scars from a great war, the humans rejoice in their victory, but also weep at the cost. Unaware of the blind hatred that led to the slaughter, an entire race was nearly erased from the face of their lands. They believed they had wiped the shifters from the face of the planet, little did they know very few lived on in the very forests they visited, and in the villages they traded with. Forced into hiding, the shifters built a new clan, and lived by the old rules, hiding from humanity. Kyera Shade of the Moon is a Shapeshifter who takes the form of a White tigress with silver stripes. Alone in the world, and carrying the weight of her clan on her shoulders, she attempts to uphold the law she was born to, and protect the remaining of her kind. Her heart decimated by the deaths of her brothers and the absence of her mother, she finds herself caught in a net and unable to break free. In her moment of desperation, a hand reaches out and catches her. A man who threatens to steal her heart away, but can she learn to forgive herself? Can she find love and salvation in another's arms after the betrayals of so many? Clovis of the Dancing Rain is the fourth Prince of the Forest Kingdom. He is a clever man, but had no wish to be king. Perfectly happy to raise is Daughter in peace now that his young wife had passed. There was darkness and secrets in his past, but there was no place for revenge in his future. Not until they took it too far. Pushing his bottom line a need to take the crown lit in his heart. However, he needed one thing more than anything else... the right woman by his side. As if the answer to a prayer, a woman appeared. Beautiful and trustworthy who loved his daughter as much as he did, if not more. Yet her heart was broken, her world surrounded by secrets and shadows, perhaps she was best left alone. However, would he be able to live without her?
General
699 Chs
Das hässliche Entlein des Tiger-Stammes

Das hässliche Entlein des Tiger-Stammes

Ich schrieb einmal ein Buch. Es war eine bizarre Fantasy, geboren aus meinem Highschool-Gehirn, angetrieben von Einsamkeit und zu vielen Hormonen. Es war eine Welt der Tiermenschen, wilder Freiheit und der Art von romantischer Aufmerksamkeit, die ich im echten Leben nie bekommen konnte. Ich goss jeden unmöglichen Wunsch hinein: Abenteuer, Gefahr und ja... 'viele' gutaussehende Partner. Bevor ich es wusste, hatte ich tausend Kapitel reiner Eskapismus und reinen Nervenkitzel. Dann fiel ich bei einem College-Campingausflug von einer Klippe. Ich erwartete, in einem Krankenhauszimmer aufzuwachen, aber nein. Ich wachte auf einem weichen Grasfeld auf, mit Luft, die zu frisch war, um irgendwo auf der Erde zu existieren. Und dann bewegte sich etwas hinter mir. An meinem Steißbein ragte... Ein Schwanz heraus. Mein Schwanz? Gelb und schwarz gestreift und sehr, sehr real. Ich berührte ihn. Vollkommen echt. Meine Ohren? Auch weg—nun, verschoben. Sie befanden sich jetzt oben auf meinem Kopf wie bei einer verwirrten Raubkatze. Und das Outfit? Ziemlich freizügig, aus Tierhaut, die zu meinem Schwanz passte. Was ging hier vor? Zunächst dachte ich, es sei ein Streich. Oder ein Traum. Oder vielleicht kassiert Karma endlich ein. Aber je mehr fremde Erinnerungen in meinen Geist eindrangen, desto klarer wurde meine Situation. Dies war kein Cosplay und es war auch nicht die Erde. Und—Überraschung—es war nicht einmal die Welt aus meinem eigenen Buch. Tja. Ich war in eine völlig andere Tiermenschen-Welt transportiert worden, als ein Tiermädchen namens Arinya. Klingt spaßig, oder? Nun... das wäre es, wenn ich nicht anscheinend das hässlichste Entlein der gesamten verdammten Savanne wäre! Abgelehnt von jedem potenziellen Partner, über den ich stolperte, und angeschnauzt wie ein verdammter Schandfleck. So hatte ich mir nicht vorgestellt, dass meine Fantasie Wirklichkeit wird. Glaub mir—wenn dies meine wahr gewordene Fantasie ist, dann muss jemand den Autor feuern. Aber andererseits, nachdem ich diese Welt betreten habe, bin ich plötzlich... attraktiv. Ich meine, an meinem Gesicht hat sich nichts geändert und die Sommersprossen sind immer noch da, aber aus irgendeinem Grund beginnen gutaussehende Tiermenschen, sich um mich zu scharen, weil ich... angenehm rieche. Was hat es damit auf sich?
Fantasy
460 Chs
The Ugly Duckling Of The Tiger Tribe

The Ugly Duckling Of The Tiger Tribe

A prideful snake who bowed to no one—until he became a jealous husband. A snow tiger beast warrior feared and respected, reduced to an obedient husband. A wolf known as a Casanova, who never stayed—until he chose loyalty. And a merman Prince who left his waters in order to be on land with her. All of them changed after meeting one female... After sniffing in an impossible scent. Her name is Arinya. …And unfortunately for this world, that’s me, haha. *** I wrote a book once. It was an unhinged fantasy born from my high-school brain, driven by loneliness and too many hormones. It was a world of beastmen, wild freedom, and the kind of romantic attention I could never get in real life. I poured every impossible desire into it: adventure, danger, and yes… a 'lot' of handsome partners. Before I knew it, I had a thousand chapters of pure escapism and pure thrill. Then on a college camping trip, I fell off a cliff. I expected to wake up in a hospital room but nope. I woke up on a soft field of grass, with air too fresh to belong anywhere on Earth. And then something moved behind me. Sticking out of my tailbone was... A tail. My tail? Yellow and black stripes and very, very real. I touched it. Completely real. My ears? Also gone—well, moved. They were now perched on top of my head like a confused jungle cat. And the outfit? Quite revealing, made of animal hide which matched my tail. What was going on? At first, I thought it was a prank. Or a dream. Or maybe karma is finally cashing in. But the more foreign memories evaded my mind, the clearer my situation became. This wasn't cosplay and it wasn't Earth, either. And—surprise—it wasn't even the world from my own book. Welp. I had been transported into a completely different Beastman world as a beast girl called Arinya. Sounds fun, right? Well… it would be, if I weren't apparently the ugliest duckling in the entire freaking savannah! Rejected by every potential mate I stumbled across and sneered at like a freaking eyesore. This was not how I planned my fantasy to come to reality. Trust me—if this is my fantasy come true, then someone needs to fire the author. But then again, after entering this world, I'm suddenly... Attractive. I mean, there's no change to my face and the freckles are still there, but for some reason, handsome beastmen begin to flock around me, wanting to be my mate because I smell... Pleasant. What's that all about?
Fantasy
460 Chs
Reborn as the Blue-Eyed White Tiger: I Awakened the Ultimate System

Reborn as the Blue-Eyed White Tiger: I Awakened the Ultimate System

Reborn as a forbidden beast, he awakens a power that shouldn’t exist. Now nameless, sealed, and hunted by a world that fears him— He must grow in silence… Before the day he breaks everything. He died once. That should have been the end. Instead— He woke up drowning. Not in water. In power. Reborn inside a sealed chamber, surrounded by silent infants and ancient runes, he discovers a truth that should not exist: He is no longer human. He is a Blue-Eyed White Tiger—a bloodline that was never meant to return. > [Beast Blood System Activated] But something goes wrong. Terribly wrong. His awakening doesn’t just grant power— It fractures fate itself. The system glitches. The world reacts. And the elders—beings who have lived for centuries—feel something they have not felt in generations: Fear. Because this is no ordinary rebirth. This is not a blessing. This is a calamity in the making. To survive, his existence is erased. No name. No record. No future written. Hidden from the world, raised in silence, and bound by a seal that suppresses his true power— He grows. Learns. Watches. But the world is not blind. Other races begin to move. Ancient forces awaken. And something far beyond the skies… starts to notice. Because deep within his blood— Something is waiting. Not sleeping. Waiting. If the world fears what he might become— Then it is already too late. Because he will not just break the limits placed on him— He will rewrite them. And when the day comes— When the seal shatters— When the name he was denied is finally claimed— The world will not be ready. It will remember only one thing: The moment a forgotten bloodline returned… …and refused to be contained. Because he will not simply grow stronger. He will evolve. And when the day comes— When the seal breaks… When the name he was denied is finally claimed— The world will face something it was never meant to survive. A being without fate. A predator without limits. A calamity… reborn.
Fantasy
123 Chs
Please complete the eulogy of the Song Dynasty! Mourning the monarch, the princes and generals, the sages of society, mourning the parents, mourning the spouse, mourning the brothers and sisters, mourning the teachers, mourning the friends, all are fine.
Alright, the following is the eulogy of the Song Dynasty: The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. Snow covers the mountains and forests, but they don't bloom. I want to lead light cavalry to chase the heavy snow, full of bows and swords. 30 years of life and death, both boundless, do not even think about it, it is unforgettable. Four thousand miles of lonely grave, no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet again, we should not know dust, face and hair like frost. I dreamed at night that I had suddenly returned to my hometown. I was dressing up by the window of the small pavilion. 7 We look at each other without saying a word, only a thousand lines of tears. I want to buy osmanthus flowers and drink with them, but I don't like young people to travel. If life is only like the first time, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan? The world is as unpredictable as chess. I wish we could spend a long time together. Things remain the same, but people have changed. 13 days and nights, there is no end to this hatred. Peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze, not regretting that passers-by can't be seen. Spring is late in the empty courtyard, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground, but the door is not open. Tears in my eyes, I ask the flowers, but I don't say anything. The flowers fly over the swing. I miss you, I hate you, I hate you, I, I hate you, I, I hate you, I, 18 After parting, tears fell like rain. I want to buy osmanthus flowers and carry wine with me, but I don't like young people to travel. 20 days will last forever, and this hatred will never end.
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2024-09-22 23:07
Mourning for Father
In this question, the search results provided some text about mourning his father, but did not provide a specific answer. Therefore, I do not know how to answer this question.
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2025-01-11 04:33
Mourning for sisterhood
The sound of the cricket is mournful and mournful, and the sound of the magpie is mournful. I remember my sister's deep love and tears are full of cheeks. Once we played with each other for years, often bearing the warm heart of the emperor. Ancient rare jade broken Yin and Yang separated, six years of serious illness morning and evening. I hope the breeze will pass on my thoughts. How can I live in peace above the Nine Nether? The brother-sister relationship was deep for forty years, and tears danced in her eyes as she died. Peach blossoms and flowing water are gone, and the moon and autumn wind are gone. If I don't see Yinrong, I don't see my sister. The strong general held the pen and wanted to break his heart. How could he say the pain? After the sisters broke off their relationship, they realized that they should not overestimate the relationship between brothers and sisters. In the past, no matter how well they got along, they were still relatives. Later on, no matter how much they loved each other in the past, they would become distant relatives. However, the sisterhood in the past was still worth remembering. This kind of emotional change was a painful reality. He thought of the past with his sister, such as when he was young in Meixi, washing clothes with his sister by the river, jumping and jumping in front of his sister, picking crabs and shrimps into the basket, and other memories. Now that his sister had left, he only missed and grieved. "40 Sisters" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
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2026-07-02 08:26
Mourning for the dead
The following are some examples of poems that mourn the dead: "I heard that you rode a crane to the western paradise, and I couldn't help but feel depressed. Smiling face, voice and appearance floating in the eyes, sad farewell forever tears cold. Three years to teach me to solve my doubts, peach and plum blossoms in silence. Looking at the road to the other side of the river, the heavy spring rain sent the boat back." " The mournful music returns and the flag is lowered to half-mast. The founding father, Du He, has already left. Heaven and earth mourn for the fallen star, and the world cries for the hero in winter. I once crossed the dangerous shoals with my oars and rudders, and I opened a new bureau." "Chang 'an is filled with tears, and the Prime Minister Zhou Gong is a brilliant star. To serve the country, loyal heart, new city, floating life, two temples old orchid pavilion. Pearls are thick and virtuous, carved railings are painted, and beautiful jade is engraved with many sages. Forty-seven years of mourning, the land of the Nine Prefectures offers sacrifices to the heroic spirits." While waiting for the TV series, he could also read the exciting content related to this site!
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2026-07-22 07:33
The Story of the Mourning of the Labourers
" Fallen Leaves Return to the Roots " was a movie based on a true story. It was about a migrant worker who carried his dead body back to his hometown in order to fulfill his promise. This movie was full of absurdity and drama. The plot was unbelievable, but behind it was a tragic comedy of a small character. Although the cremation of corpses was mandatory from a legal point of view, this story showed the determination of a migrant worker to take risks for friendship and commitment. After the film was released in China, it attracted widespread attention and discussion. I'm not sure about the novel recommendations about the scenes of the migrant workers crying.
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2025-01-05 06:37
A novel as good as "Mourning"
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2025-02-01 13:48
The Return of the Mourning Dead
In the ending of Dragon Clan 5, Lu Mingfei did not lose consciousness because of the fourth transaction. He was sent to Shao Yifeng's house by Nuo Nuo to recuperate, and Lu Mingfei still had one chance to trade. After escaping from the auction, he was brought into the Nepalon Root created by Lu Mingze in Lu Lincheng and saw Lu Mingze's true body. The location of the final battle was determined to be Thule. This was a place close to the pole, where satellites could not observe and communication was almost impossible. It was a war that no one witnessed. However, at present, there were many unfilled pits in Jiangnan's Dragon 5. The previous rewrites did not fill in these pits. The plot stopped at the end of the original physical book. For example, Fingel cut off the viaduct, Odin approached with a gun, and there was no follow-up plot. Lu Mingze's identity was still unclear.
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2026-06-22 14:09
What Is A Mourning Hall?
" Mourning Hall " was a mystery novel written by Gao Mingjing, the author who was signed to Lingyun Literature Network. <a href="/?from=ask_words" style="color:red" target="_blank">Read more exciting novels for free</a>
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2026-06-24 09:45
Are crows the birds of mourning?
In some cultures, crows were seen as birds of mourning. When people heard a crow's cry, they would often take it as an ominous sign that someone was about to die. For example, in folk tales and some rural areas, the appearance of a crow near a healthy family meant that something bad would happen to the family, and the appearance of a crow near a sick family meant that the sick person would not be sick for long. However, not all cultures viewed crows that way. For example, the Manchu people respected crows very much. There was a Solon pole in the Forbidden City that served meat to crows. In Han culture, crows were also regarded as "filial birds" that symbolized the filial piety of children, because crows were said to feed back. Therefore, whether crows were regarded as mourning birds varied according to different cultures and different concepts. "The Crow's Testimony" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to read it!
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2026-07-10 09:48
The Return of the Mourning Dead
The audio book of " Return of the Dragon Clan 5 Mourning the Deceased " can be listened to on Zhonghua Tingshu. It will be broadcasted by Jiangnan.
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2026-02-23 06:49
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