The White Tiger Novel Summary Novels & Stories

I close my eyes and slide down along the cold tiled wall until I am crouched down, and I hug my legs with my arms, letting the water—now freezing—cascade down my back. I see him on top of me, his weight pinning me to the ground, the guards hitting me as he…. Then that white wolf that had always appeared in my head each time I needed him saves me again. He saves me from being… hit and stabbed. After killing those that had harmed me, the white wolf guides me to where I will be later found by… Caleb. It is not the first time my mind has conjured up the white wolf. When the nightmares started, he appeared also. He might be the only thing that is keeping me from going crazy. Safia retreated deep

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.

Black Tiger warned King Ranau Baringin and the others. "I will bring help. Wait here." King Ranau Baringin finally led the villagers to a hill near Lake Ranau Baringin. A huge explosion was created in Ranau Baringin's royal square. The White Lion was thrown very high with a puff of smoke behind him. He landed right in the middle of Ranau Baringin lake. The White Lion's body sank into the lake. "White Lion!" Black Tiger immediately rushed to help his friend. But just as he was about to put his foot on the surface of the water, Narakashura appeared beside him. The Black Tiger was surprised by his speed. He didn't expect to be caught so easily.

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."

They were coming near me. The silver in them was shining as they looked at me confused But then something unexpected and strange happened She was next to me on the ground on her knees with screams of pain leaving her lips. Her veins were going all silver as she screamed The light enveloping her was dying down ... It looked like she was in a lot of pain But why? And how? No one is strong enough to defeat her then how..... My answer was solved when she turned around and fell on the feet of someone... A yellow light emerged from that someone as she wore a beautiful white dress with a crown of garlands on her head

" Liliana, who did not say a word, turned as white as a ghost. She thought back to when she picked up the report yesterday, and the way I looked at her. So calm, so still, like a pond with no ripples. I did not even think to ask for her help. She had that nagging feeling that maybe, just maybe, I did not love her anymore. However, facing that truth was more than she could bear. … Despite the chaos, the surgery was a success. When I opened my eyes, it was like the world had flipped upside down. Everyone's attitude toward me changed dramatically. It was rare for them all to be together, but there they were, filling my hospital room with noise and life, a stark contrast to the quiet isolation b

Let them rot. "Dream on," I said coldly. I didn't wait for their reaction. I turned and walked away, heading straight for the pack's forbidden grounds—the Core Magic Circle. I was leaving this hellhole, but I wasn't leaving empty-handed. In the center of the shimmering magic circle lay a small, white piece of bone. It was my mother's finger bone. She was the previous White Wolf, and she died protecting this pack. She left me nothing but this bone, which acted as a battery powering the defensive barrier of the territory.

Opening my eyes they stood in the light at the end of a long tunnel moving backwards before my eyes are to heavy to keep open. Cold caressing my skin, feeling myself falling I open my eyes. I’m sliding down an ice burg, landing with my feet and side in icy cold water. Endless water surrounds me, the iceberg I was on now gone. I sit up to see in am now on a small flat rock. The sound of my blood dripping into the water echoes in the silence. A white tiger with light grey stripes sits on a rock surrounded by water by me. I reached out to it, it’s sea blue eyes looking at me intently, or through me as it felt. Laila paced nervously in my mind and the tigers eyes followed her every move.

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.

“I’ve got you.” Dark spots danced across my vision. The tunnel blurred. I blinked repeatedly, trying to clear my eyes. The fresh air wasn’t much farther. Just keep moving. “You’ll be alright.” Another cough shook my body. “We’re almost home.” My legs felt strangely numb. The ground tilted beneath me. I slammed one shoulder against the tunnel wall to keep from falling. “Almost…” The light ahead grew brighter. The exit. Relief flooded through me. I forced my aching legs forward one final time before stumbling out into the open.