The White Tiger Book Novels & Stories

Around Jinyuan is a large dense mountain forest, white tiger often wandering in the mountain forest itself. The name of the white tiger is Slut, which translates to killing. Just listen to the name and know that it is a real animal, not a cat domesticated in a circus. In previous lives, Ye Wan Wan was no less disgusted and afraid of the white tiger than he was of the night cold. However, after rebirth, even though the first sight of it bites off the human neck and the roar of the beast is a human instinct of terror, there is no rejection and disgust in the heart, but deep memory and guilt.

"I'm a white tiger! Don't you know me?" "Ah, yes, you're the white tiger. You said that a while ago." Soheila answered bluntly. The white tiger glared at her fiercely. "Let me introduce myself again. I'm the Legendary White Tiger! One of the four rulers of the spirit beast world." He said boastfully. Soheila's eyes widen when she heard that. She gaped her mouth and ask, "What the hell? What are you doing here?!" She finally remembered why the White Tiger was familiar to her. Soheila saw this in a book that her mother gave.

The Black Tiger looks hypnotized by the gentle melodies coming from the black and white keys. “Do you like the piano?” I ask with a lazy voice. He hums. “Can you play it?” He hesitates for a long moment before shaking his head. I drink a second martini and my head gets heavier. I sigh and gaze at him once again. Tiger looks incredibly hot with his simple white shirt and his messy black hair covering his eyes. I let out a small laugh and approach to cup his cheeks. “Your cheeks are red.” I smile. He widens his eyes and stares at me with surprise, “What are you doing?” he asks.

"But what if it wasn't just an imagination? Gosh! I want to see the legendary white wolf. According to the tales, the white wolf is the blessing from above—the purest of them all." She really wants to convince me about it. A debate like this? My winning rate is…zero percent. "Let's end this conversation. It is only a tale so stop saying what-ifs. Because they weren't true." "Well, they saw a—" "I don't care," I chimed in, and continued eating. She only scowled at me and sipped on her glass.

That very day, the King of Beasts paid a visit to our home. The moment he saw Edward, he was stunned. "White Tiger?" He said, his voice trembling with disbelief. "I thought the white tiger clan had gone extinct..." Edward and I exchanged a surprised glance. The King of Beasts began to explain. "During the great war between humans and beasts, the White Tiger clan was the main force of the beast army. "In the beast world, strength is everything. But the other clans grew jealous of the white tigers' brilliance. They conspired to send the white tigers alone into the enemy's trap.

He was right. Shadow Pack's territory sat deep within mist-covered mountains. Along its cliffs grew a rare herb that only bloomed under a full moon. Its glowing blue roots had powerful healing and calming effects for wolves -an herb nearly impossible to find outside our lands. Inside me, my wolf, Liliane, stirred. "You're no longer the Omega who used to flinch at an Alpha's growl. Go back. If anyone who once hurt you tries again—I'll tear them apart." She was right. I wasn't that weak Omega anymore. I didn't even know how to define my current rank. My Liliane was a Whit Wolf-a rare wolf beyond the pack's rarchy.

I told him and he grew a little tense as he saw some worry etched on my face. "What is wrong?" He asked in worry. "I have a past. A past that follows me. You know since I'm the white wolf, some people know about the gift that I possess." And with that I explained to him everything; how they wanted my gift and that they could have it only if they killed me.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

With a strange roar, a white tiger with wings leaped up and closely followed behind the beautiful youth. Unfortunately, one of its wings was injured, so it couldn't fly high at all. Moreover, the suction in the sky seemed to only attract outsiders, aboriginals could not feel it at all. The tiger was about to fall, just like the other Surviving Species of the Untainted Land, to die in the volcano below. "Haha, you've been hunting me down for half a year. Forget it, why don't I take you today?" The young man in yellow robe soaring in the sky had an idea. He tied a white rope around the wings of the white tiger and pulled it towards the crevice in the sky!

A furious white wolf emerged after the transformation, letting out a loud howl to the full moon above. For one brief second, he thought of Cora. "Gain her trust," the healer had said. Trust? That girl had jumped out a window. Trust had never even existed between them. Then he thought of Bina as his paws took him running like the wind. He sniffed the air in between, finding her camellia scent, and then proceeding towards his running bride. "She's just a young woman far from home,” Bina had said to him. A young woman?