The White Tiger Novel Summary 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.

He was panting and shaking in fear and coldness. "Hurry! They are near!" Then when he looked ahead, he saw light. Light from the rising sun. The white wolf stopped from running and turned around. When Vince glanced at the misty forest, the vampires were gone. He patted the white wolf fluffy fur and said, "Thanks, beauty!" The white wolf seemed to understand what he meant that it sat down to let Vince get off its back. Upon getting off, he saw a thick fog that covered his savior. Then he also saw the fog carrying the white wolf away.

I didn’t tell him I am also curious to know who this white wolf is, such pure white fur, my whole life I have not seen any complete white wolf until today. ‘She is Irene’ suddenly I heard Kaden’s joyful voice and my eyes widened, I once again glanced at white wolf and when focused, inhaled deeply, her scent hit me, she was indeed our mate. I had lost my voice, because she was holding the neck of last remained rogue in her mouth and slowly turned, facing us. I inhaled a sharp breath, she was beautiful, her blue eyes fiercely looking into mine and I knew she and Kaden had connected themselves. Right in front of my eyes she slit the rogue’s throat, her fur was covered with blood around her mout

The punch was magnified in the white tiger’s pupils, and after a split second, it smashed the white tiger’s head. The white tiger weighing 500 kg died instantly. The man’s punch was so terrifying. As he was about to go and skin the white tiger, he received a long-distance call. When he saw the caller ID, he straightened his back. “What’s up?” “Hey, the survivor of the fire in Green Hills Orphanage 12 years ago was spotted in South River City in Bactria. You’ve been ordered to head to Bactria to catch him with the Harrigans.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

But the moment I looked up, I froze completely at the reflection in the mirror. The bizarre wolf ears from last night were gone, and my eyes had returned to their original black. However, my hair... all of my previously black hair had permanently turned a stark, snowy white. Not only that, it had abruptly grown a significant amount—thick, voluminous, and flaring out with a wild, untamed nature.