Novel & Cerita The White Tiger Summary

But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two. "I'm going to distract the gray wolf." The Wolf with red fur commands the black Wolf next to him. The Black Wolf received the order and left in Windy's direction. The Red Wolf is alert when sensitively detecting someone approaching. When it turned around, it saw a Wolf with black fur and sharp eyes. The Red Wolf was no longer conservative but somewhat reverent towards the Black Wolf. I thought the Red Wolf was the leader of the assassin group, but it wasn't. Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent.

I told him and he grew a little tense as he saw some worry etched on my face. "What is wrong?" He asked in worry. "I have a past. A past that follows me. You know since I'm the white wolf, some people know about the gift that I possess." And with that I explained to him everything; how they wanted my gift and that they could have it only if they killed me.

White Tiger's stubborn pride was such that he might take his own life if they did. "This is the end!" Alexander caught the shift in White Tiger's aura, a smirk playing on his lips. Boom! In an explosive reversal, the force battering White Tiger snapped back. His body vibrated with a surge of raw power, sending the Mad Demon stumbling back. White Tiger seized his moment, his blade a flash of silver. With one swift motion, the Mad Demon's head tumbled to the ground. Semi-Empyrean level achieved! "Sir… I've done it!"

He planted a bomb in a pack nearby that will go off tonight. King William knows the wolves are weak at killing the innocent, so that's why they cannot defeat him. In contrast, I am King William, and I will always win because I have no scruples. During my war with the wolves, everyone and every age suffered collateral damage. As King William looks towards the small pack in the distance, he sees a huge puff of smoke in the sky. A wicked smile was on his face. He turns and walks into the castle.

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.

My father said. "We think we should set up a marriage between you and the Spanish Mafia." My Grandfather said. "No." Came Adriens voice before I could even open my mouth to say anything. "He needs to be married so he can take over." "And I will be, but not to the Daughter of the Spanish Mafia. I have waited this long to find the White Dove; I will wait as long as it takes for her to be ready." I told him. "You have to understand." Alek started.

I followed closely behind White as he led me gently through his guests. I managed to plaster an elegant smile on my face; I could feel the heat on my body as jealous women stared at me. Of course they had to be jealous, who wouldn’t want White holding your hand? ‘Me.’ I mentally screamed at myself. The plan was to catch something scandalous to taint white, not to be his plus one. Or companion. Whatever he calls it. I softly bump into his firm back, making him turn to look at me. He had stopped to talk to one of the guests, he looked old with gray white hairs but his skin was smooth and lacked wrinkles.

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 gathered more energy to take them out one by one. “Stand down!” Their leader in the cowboy hat stalked through the door, gazing at the scene. “This is what happens when you disrespect the white wolf. She is a gift. We are winning our war because of her powers. The scales are finally tipped in our favor...” What? The energy moved out of me into a storm—a small storm with gale-force winds that knocked the hunters into one another. The leader knelt in front of my cage, mumbling some prayer. Others followed his lead. These men were getting crazier and crazier.

Whatever had unleashed that roar was terrifying enough to send even the Windripper Beast fleeing for its life. Moments later, a massive figure emerged slowly from the darkness below. It was a white tiger. Standing nearly seven feet tall, its massive frame dwarfed any ordinary tiger. Its powerful limbs slammed against the dark stone with thunderous force, each step threatening to splinter the staircase beneath it. Its pure white fur seemed to glow softly in the dim yellow light, radiating quiet authority. A thick, flowing mane ran along its back, enhancing its regal presence. On its forehead, a black marking shaped like a crown stood out sharply, exuding dominance. It was the white tiger—one