Novel & Cerita The White Tiger Novel Review

Goodness, what a drama king. “Enrick, do I look like a fool to you?” He gazes at me amusedly with his hands on his sides. “A White Wolf crosses the border in high frequency, and you’ve authoritarian forbid anyone to hinder her, under the threat of the death penalty. In other packs, trespassing is a serious crime and the perpetrator is actually killed without a second thought," he points out.

"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."

Mira clawed at her throat, her eyes wide, terrified, her fingers scraping at nothing as the invisible force tightened around her neck. Rowan lifted his other hand to finish it, and that’s when it happened. A flash of white. No, it wasn't white. It was blinding, holy even and almost impossible. It erupted right in front of Rowan, exploding outward like a star being born. Every warrior, every puppet, every creature on the field cried out and shielded their eyes. I fell onto my hands as the world turned winter white. “What…?!” Rowan snarled, stumbling back. The light reached my skin, warm, and familiar, and I just knew who it was.

Since the White Tiger warcraft did not launch the first attack this time, the opponents were caught off guard by the appearance of the Black Hawk warcraft. By the time they reacted, they had lost several warcraft just like that. Pilots of the White Tiger warcraft were instantly furious. When had they ever been humiliated like this? They were the main warcraft team of the white tiger territory. As long as they made a move, the opponents would either surrender or be easily obliterated. They had never suffered such a big loss before.

There was a guard before her father's study, and the guard began to say something to her, but she ignored him and walked inside to her father sitting on his desk, scratching with his pen, leaving inked words on a document. "You mustn't go," Anna said and felt the hand of the guard behind her. Her father looked up at her, and curtly nodded, the guard released his hold of her and withdrew out of the room. Lord White, they called him. He was the only man Anna knew who did things rationally, acting on patience, and true justice. His leadership on Crest Hill after all had kept the people from the notorious Baron's men. But now, the Baron's men seemed more persistent, and were beginning to ask so

And the heat penetrates, even more intensely, into this already stuffy room where the rest of us remain standing, as we watch their entrance. The creatures shut their eyes as soon as the Red Dragon disappears. Clasping their hands together, again. And they mutter, "Ghërla." And as I am about to do the same, something catches my eye. A sudden appearance. The third dragon. A white enormous one that would make the others really look like lizards. It makes a graceful entrance, not befitting for its size. It walks in calmly, with such an unspoken elegance and menace that draws me into it. And as soon as the creatures watching lay their eyes on it, they close their eyes and clasp their hands immed

AWWWUUUUUUUUU AWWWUUUUUUUUU "Hey, there are way too many of them! It’ll be a hassle if they scatter, so… Can you gather them all in one place?” the white tiger asked the black turtle. “Sure, launch the final attack and don’t drag this out! The Emperor seems to be done over there, so we can’t stay here too long,” replied the black turtle, a suggestion the white tiger agreed to without protest. The black turtle ascended higher into the sky until it reached a sufficient altitude.

Wolves slamming fists to their hearts in salute. “Our bad ass Alpha bitch!” someone shouted. “No one can touch her!” I stood in the center of the ring, barely breathless, my chest rising slow and steady. And then I felt it. That call inside me. That surge of power and pride. Of freedom. Without hesitation, I shifted. Bones snapped, light flared, and in a blink I was standing in the ring as my massive white wolf, my fur like moonlight, eyes like silver flame, power radiating off me in waves.

Zeus said to me. "I am not going to mate with a low level Omega that would be bad for my soon to be pack" I said to Zeus. Then quickly pushed him to the back of my mind hushing him up, all of a sudden all my senses were on high alert. I smelt a wolf, I came to a complete stop, and I looked around but couldn't see anyone around me. I slowly crept around to an opening in the woods, that's when I saw the most beautiful white wolf ever seen. she was just laying down beside the pond. Impossible I thought to myself I've never seen a white wolf no one would believe me. "I can not connect with her it's like there's no soul in her, no one to talk to" Zeus said.