The White Tiger Summary Novels & Stories

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

said Azareel with a smile, he has a duty to clean the meat of the white wolf. "Kak Tanner said that the White Tiger fangs are useful as a medicinal ingredient," said Nalson when he saw four large canines lying on the ground, the man thought that his brother must really like them. Because it is quite rare and very hard to get. Certainly very happy right ... but what he got was scolding from other blood-blooded brothers.

"Well the true history behind white wolves is that we are direct ancestors of the first werewolves. So all werewolves had the same abilities that white wolves do, but over time with adaptation and inter-species bloodlines the now regular werewolves don't have the additional abilities. It was very rare for white wolves to be mated to another non white wolf. My parents have never met any couples that weren't both white wolves in our community. So as far as my powers go, I'll start off with shifting. I am able to shift while pregnant and my shifting doesn't cause pain whatsoever. It just feels like you fell asleep for a minute and then you wake up ain your wolf form. As a result we are able to

"Understood, Mr. Samuel!" My men bowed in respect and strode out of the study, leaving me alone in the vast, silent room. I let out a long breath, leaning back against my grand chair as I massaged my throbbing temples. My mind was still consumed by an immense, gnawing curiosity. How could a ruthless organization like the White Tiger Group be willing to dirty its hands to help a madwoman like Bianca? What exactly had that wretch offered them in exchange? * * * *

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

If not, people would be perplexed as to why a patient would lose red fur, thus she prayed that whoever washed the linens was a lupus garous. Rushing in, Lucian and Trevor first noticed the mess Ritka had created on the floor before turning to look at Ravena, the extraordinary sleepy red wolf. Lucian murmured, "Odin's wounds, she's a royal," beneath his breath. "Hell, Lucian, she'll have a whole bunch of suitors if the word gets out. She ought to be at the veterinarian, though, if she's going to shape-shift without warning, Trevor said. Silva entered the room.

"But what if it wasn't just an imagination? Gosh! I want to see the legendary white wolf. According to the tales, the white wolf is the blessing from above—the purest of them all." She really wants to convince me about it. A debate like this? My winning rate is…zero percent. "Let's end this conversation. It is only a tale so stop saying what-ifs. Because they weren't true." "Well, they saw a—" "I don't care," I chimed in, and continued eating. She only scowled at me and sipped on her glass.

Astrid turns to behold Blaze's other form, Lucian the Tiger. The white tiger, with his alabaster fur adorned by black stripes and striking blue eyes, commanded awe and reverence. His towering presence, standing at a staggering shoulder height of 9 feet (274.32 cm), marked him as an apex predator of unparalleled might. In the moonlight, its ghostly white coat blended seamlessly with the surrounding darkness, giving him an elusive and enigmatic aura. The piercing blue eyes seemed to radiate an otherworldly intelligence, evoking an uncanny sense of foreboding. Surprisingly, Astrid found herself unafraid in the presence of this majestic creature.

The Black Tiger looks hypnotized by the gentle melodies coming from the black and white keys. “Do you like the piano?” I ask with a lazy voice. He hums. “Can you play it?” He hesitates for a long moment before shaking his head. I drink a second martini and my head gets heavier. I sigh and gaze at him once again. Tiger looks incredibly hot with his simple white shirt and his messy black hair covering his eyes. I let out a small laugh and approach to cup his cheeks. “Your cheeks are red.” I smile. He widens his eyes and stares at me with surprise, “What are you doing?” he asks.

What color would her fur be? Lia positioned herself on the carpet about six feet from him, arms at her sides, a naked goddess with her lustrous mane of hair and her hazel eyes flecked with gold. She looked at him for a long moment then closed her eyes, let out her breath, and began to turn in a circle. Yes, it was exactly as it had been with Mike, the air around spinning. As she moved faster, the air became a blur, a thick cloud surrounding her until suddenly it stopped, fell away, and Riley gasped. A gorgeous white wolf stood in her place, with a sculptured head and a majestic body.