The White Tiger Book Review Novels & Stories

I ran again into a large cage. Where are you!? Where are you, tiger?! The woman said it's a white tiger. Giant white tiger. A sudden flash of Pinac-an's image ran across my mind. Pinac-an was this albino tiger from Namibia I've met two or three years ago. He was really white with black stripes on his body and face. And now the tiger. It's also white. Is Pinac-an the tiger? Or just his race. Another albino tiger. There was no one inside the big cage. They all ran away. I looked around but did not see the tiger.

"I will marry you, Alpha Damian." Damian stepped closer, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "Good. But let's be honest with each other, shall we? I didn't ask for your hand out of love, Aisha. I married you because you are a White Wolf. You are going to help me fight my enemies." My heart stopped. My blood ran completely cold. He knows. "How do you know that?" I demanded, my inner wolf baring her teeth in my mind. "A powerful witch in my territory told me everything," Damian explained calmly, crossing his arms. "She foresaw that the last surviving White Wolf would wander into my lands, carrying a power that can crush kingdoms. I need that power to destroy the packs threatening my borders."

He grabbed the tiger's fur full face with his left hand and slammed the tiger's body into the ground very hard. Bammmm!~ ... Crack~ ... The bones of the white tiger's face seemed to have cracked, or perhaps had been crushed. Damien crouched down to bring his face closer to the white tiger leader who was lying on the ground without even trying to move, only breathing and showing a frightened expression to Damien. "You see? Even your subordinates are trying to fight to the death against mine, even though they know they won't win at all. Were you chosen to be the leader of this group because of your body size that just happens to be bigger than the others? Useless shit."

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.

And when necessary, I helped. My grandmother had taught me that protecting someone didn’t always mean standing beside them where they could see you. Sometimes protection meant staying hidden. Tonight, however, staying hidden was becoming harder. I sat back in the chair and listened as Fredrick’s voice came through the speaker. The White Wolf was in labor. My eyes dropped to the journal lying open on the table. For a moment, I simply stared at the old handwritten pages. Everything my grandmother had spent years studying was unfolding at the same time.

That shadow represented another aspect of Xiao Chen's nature, one that always emerged when facing his enemies—a nature devoid of fear and mercy toward those who considered him an enemy. "This...?" What was happening now was beyond his imagination. He never expected that the white tiger, known as the tiger of destruction and the king of sacred beasts, would emerge from within Xiao Chen's body. From the ancient books he had heard of, this white tiger was the figure who most defied the heavenly laws of all the tribes, and he was also the one who made many different tribes dare to go further as an example to them. And the famous white tiger king had even killed many supreme gods relying only on

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.

But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two. "I'm going to distract the gray wolf." The Wolf with red fur commands the black Wolf next to him. The Black Wolf received the order and left in Windy's direction. The Red Wolf is alert when sensitively detecting someone approaching. When it turned around, it saw a Wolf with black fur and sharp eyes. The Red Wolf was no longer conservative but somewhat reverent towards the Black Wolf. I thought the Red Wolf was the leader of the assassin group, but it wasn't. Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent.

"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.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.