The White Tiger Book Novels & Stories

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 white tiger said with a growl. Anthony chuckled. “It's okay, let them join forces. No matter what they do, can they beat us?” Anthony's eyes were full of confidence. The white tiger frowned, laid down on its belly, and said dejectedly, “That’s true. In that case, let them do whatever they want.” Anthony nodded and looked forward again, not even flicking a glance at the people in the darkness on both sides.

The White Tiger King laughed as his figure propelled from the thick bloody fog. He was extremely fast, like a flash of lightning. A giant blood-colored tiger tore the world apart and charged at the Red Sparrow Queen on the top of the mountain. The White Tiger King's spirit controlled that blood-colored tiger. It was hundreds of meters long, and it looked like a blood-colored hill with terrorizing breath of aura all over its body. 'Damn it!' The Red Sparrow Queen's face changed; she was extremely furious. She wanted to dodge, but she was trapped in the rock formation.

A sudden thought struck Amelia, as she could not understand why the White Tiger had suddenly stopped. She could feel the White Tiger's gaze fixed tightly on her, but the cold murderous intent from before was gone, replaced by disbelief and astonishment, as if it had witnessed something unimaginable. The White Tiger's nose twitched continuously, its breathing gradually becoming rapid, and the oppressive aura around it weakened slightly. It stared intently at Amelia, its deep tiger eyes filled with shock, confusion, and disbelief, and even faintly tinged with... reverence?

I walk upstairs and face-plant my body face forward on the bed. Alora – the Unknown person in Alexi's dream: Hello Alexi, it is time I tell you our history. It was centuries ago, maybe even millennia ago. Packs, clans, etc. Had been fighting each other to the point of extinction. The moon goddess created a "White Wolf." The White Wolf will be born when it is needed. Besides being a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess, she will be of royal blood. The birthmark of a crown will also be on her.

I teased with a smile. "Serving my wife is my honor." He sat beside me and pulled me into his arms. "By the way, our scouts reported that they found a mad white fox near the edge of the Mistwood." My hand paused over the book. "Sylvia?" "Mm." Julian toyed with my hair. "I heard she has lost her mind completely. She doesn't even know how to hunt. A few low-level beasts bit off one of her legs, and now she can only survive on carrion."

Walter was one of those guys. Somehow, he, an orphanage kid, always managed to turn Liliana's head, she who was usually so aloof. Even my sister, always my ally, turned her back on me for him. I confronted him once. After that, Walter got the rough end of the stick at school. Rumors flew that I could not stomach him. By semester's end, he had had enough and leapt from the school's rooftop. He survived, without a scratch, but he left behind a letter, a letter that screamed accusations at me.

I could not help but wonder if the girl who once treated the dress like a precious relic was the same one who just trashed it without a second thought. The noise from the room faded, and I knew it was time to leave. I pulled out my phone and shot a quick text to my private investigator. It was time to find out what Jane was really up to. I walked into my house, numb, and my gaze was immediately drawn to the massive wedding portrait on the living room wall. Jane's smile, once a beacon of joy, then seemed to mock me. I slumped onto the couch, lighting one cigarette after another, waiting for the night to drag on.

Chapter 1 THE BEGINNING/RUDE ATTACK Hello, my name is Selena White, and I'm the offspring of The Red Blood Moon Pack's beta tester. I am what you can call the geek of the school exclusively for werewolves, and I can't wait to turn sixteen next month. My elder brother, who is eighteen years old, will be the next beta of the pack. Since we were little puppies, he has been incredibly protective of me and has already met his soul partner, whom I adore. What can I say, I've always wanted a sister, and the best part is, she's one of my greatest friends—that's right, she's also my sister-in-law.

Where did he go? No normal wolf was that fast!! I stopped and looked around Not even a single movement could be heard. There was pindrop silence Just like the deafening silence before an upcoming storm. Then I heard heavy steps coming towards me and next I knew I was pushed to the ground by something big. I opened my eyes to see a big white wolf howering over me with baby blue eyes. His eyes were focussed at me and his nose flared in anger. I knew these eyes . The white fur and the royal black mark on his forehead gave away his identity