The White Tiger Summary Novels & Stories

The White Tiger said, with a smirk on his face. “I was hoping it was somebody who would give me a chance to get the hell outta here, but I guess I’m on my own.” Trixie said, as she pulled the pin on a grenade, tossed it at the White Tiger, rolled, jumped up, and tried to run. The White Tiger kicked the grenade away from him, dove toward Trixie, right before the grenade blew up. He used his claws to dig into Trixie’s leg, causing her to scream out in pain. Hearing her scream in pain made the White Tiger smile and dig his claws deeper into her legs. He ripped her bag from her and tossed it into the darken forest behind him. “You really thought you would be able to kill me with those little toy

He needed to be patient in order to get what he wanted and wait for the right time or else if would cost him more than the years he post in the seal but his life. Life has given him a second chance. It was all or nothing. He couldn't make the same mistake. He everything about Mercedes and her training at Alvira. He had attempted to completely wipe out the place but his body wouldn't allow it. If he did then it wouldn't have been a problem. The White wolves were truly blessed. Even after so many years, their remnanta remain anf and one had been reborn to stand against him. It has become an ill fate that he was determined to end.

Alien but welcome. He turned, then walked the perimeter of the border, about a few metres from where he had originally stood. It wasn't far from where he had first met Aella and imprinted on her. The place held so much sentimental value to him now. He'd imprinted on one of the greatest and rarest breeds of wolves, a White Wolf, and he had never felt this lucky. Among a grove of trees, a tombstone stood, white, and eerily regal. Vines and thistles were already creeping up the tombstone. Logan walked forward and crouched before the tombstone, then pushed aside the vines on it.

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.

He knew it just as well as we did. “Nate…” “Why?” He asks me and I can see the unshed tears in his crystal eyes. “Why did this happen to you? Why did this happen to her?” I brush the lone tear that managed to escape his eye and cup his cheek. “Because, we are white wolves.”

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.

“How the fuck?!” Smiling, I walk over to him and throw my arms around him. He slowly hugs me back. “Mazy! You just walked through a wall!” “I know!” I laugh. “How?” I shrug. “I’m a white wolf. All the stories Gran told us are true. The Goddess gifts the white wolves with powers, some with one or two or hundreds. My gifts are well. Let’s go with many.” He grins broadly, all despair washed away. “We can leave now.”

Isla on the floor, the snow beneath her was pink with blood. And then, standing tall before her was the huge form of the White Wolf. Bigger, more terrifying. Her claws were coated with pink snow. Before I could step forward to stop her, her claws slashed across Isla's belly and Isla let out a piercing scream. I froze on the spot, my blood ran cold as I felt a chill run down my spine. Even before I could fully react to that, the White Wolf lifted those blooded claws again and with a swift move, she slashed Isla's throat open. Stripes of blood spilled into the snow with the movements of her claw.

"Do you think it's a white tiger?" Although White Tiger's martial arts were very strong, it was difficult for him to escape unscathed in the face of this forest. After all, wolves lived in groups, and no one knew if there were any other animals watching them somewhere. "I don't think so. White Tiger and the others are very experienced in this kind of business. Logically speaking, he won't be targeted. What's more, from the wolf's howl just now, we can tell that there should be a lot of people on the other side. Otherwise, it wouldn't have asked for help from the outside."

he says gratefully. “ There's no need for thanks. We are family,” I reply. “ Hmm, you're right. We are family!” We laugh and continue with our tasks. I ask my eldest brother to put the snake in his basket. He just glances at me but doesn't question my intention. We're heading back when I notice a cave in my peripheral vision. I enter the cave and see a dying white tiger, covered in blood and with bite marks—probably from wolves. It weakly growls at me, trying to intimidate me. I realize that the white tiger is pregnant and about to give birth, but because of its injuries, it didn't make it. I immediately cut open the tiger's belly and take out the tiny cub.