The White Tiger Book Review Novels & Stories

“The punishment for giving a fatal bite is normally death. Since we need Cindy for breeding, we couldn’t very well kill her. So, we eliminated the problem. We extracted her fangs.” My legs went weak with shock at the news of the evil thing they’d done. I’d already deduced that wolves were the savages of the supernatural world, but I didn’t understand just how terrible they were until then. Even watching her being disemboweled didn’t equal this. At least, then, the wolf was in his animal form. These devils were in their human forms while behaving like animals. I’d seen and heard enough. I may have slept through the onset of this horror scene. I couldn’t change that, but I was awake

I sighed, “If you would like to shift, there are some shorts in the hollowed-out part of the tree directly behind you.” The tiger walked to the tree line and found the tree with the shorts in it. I asked Singarti, “Are you sure about this?” She replied, “I am positive. You’ll see.” I continued picking blackberries and asked one of the angel guards, “Can you tell if that white tiger had dark magic?” He replied, “When he comes back, I will check and let you know.” The most beautiful specimen of a man started walking toward me. Tall, close to seven feet tall, a chest so wide Singarti could curl up and use it for a bed. He had platinum blond hair that was past his shoulders and the icy blue eyes

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.