The White Tiger Book Review Novels & Stories

Mandy also got an order to arrest the murderer in a month so that they could calm down public opinion. At the same time, in a forest overseas, a white tiger weighing over 500 kg was staring fixedly at a man in black about ten meters before it. He was Tony Lutton. The white tiger seemed to have felt the dangerous air around Tony. It looked like it was about to pounce as it let out an earth-shattering roar. Tony stood with his hands behind his back and said with a smile, “You’re unlucky to have run into me, you beast.” Perhaps the white tiger understood him, so it roared and pounced on him, leaping three feet into the air.

They were targeted by a four-meter-long, wide-mouthed white tiger with sharp fangs. The white tiger was so vicious that his roars resounded through the stone forest. Ge Zhan had a feeling of fear. This white tiger's cultivation was the same as his. It was at the Intermediate Human-Immortal Level. If his cultivation had not been suppressed, he would naturally not be afraid. But now he could not use his cultivation, so he was not sure that he could defeat the white tiger. Swoosh! A vile smell assailed his nostrils when a huge, terrifying figure pounced on him. Its huge claws slashed at him.

As I took small bites of my meal, my mind wandered back to the book's descriptions. When breakfast was finally over, I excused myself politely and headed back to the garden. I retrieved the book from its hiding place and found a secluded spot where I could read in peace. The more I read, the more I realized how much had been lost to history. The white wolves were not the monsters they had been made out to be. They were beings of incredible power and kindness, who had only sought to live in harmony with others.

I ask almost whining. I wasn’t tired from my feet, heels or anything. If anything I was feeling pretty energetic, perhaps from all the alcohol I kept drinking as a way to pass time I was counting every single sip I took. But it was the jealous women and boring conversations and the hungry look that filled the men’s eye that disgusted me and tired me. “Are you tired?” white asked gently caressing my shoulder.

‘Lilith, listen to me’ I shook my head. ‘No, you listen to me. First thing, council is a safe place, second, I am wolf, a white wolf and can protect myself, and the last thing… Nobody knows about the book except us, we don’t have to announce my visit to council. I will go, find the book and will come back quietly. It won’t even take a full day, so why make it complicated’ I was huffing in the end, and he hung his head low, rubbing his fingers on his forehead.

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?

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

Or do I? Before she could change her mind, she grabbed the final glass, barely slowing down enough to let him raise his own. “To my place?” “I’ll drink to that.” With a heated glance, he took his last shot, too. I said that. I really said that. Oh my god. I’m totally out of control but having such a good time. Why haven’t I ever done something like this before? Because, some calmer voice in her head answered, he’s the first tiger-shifter you’ve seen in years—and possibly the most beautiful ever.

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."

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.