Ultimate Spider Man White Tiger Novels & Stories

From within the shadow, appeared five werewolves that possessed alpha-level strength, and they had turned into their wolf forms. "Kill them all. Leave the leader for me." Damien's orders were immediately carried out by the five alpha werewolf shadow troops. They began to tear the white tigers in front of them with their very sharp claws. Damien strode at his usual pace, approaching the white tiger which had not yet descended from its throne. "Grrrrrrrr~ ..." The white tiger growled as its gaze met Damien's. It seemed like it was a tiger's instinct. Or maybe not.

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.

The myths, the legends just became a reality after the gruesome transformation. The ancient white wolf. White wolves were the first generation of Werewolves ever created by the Moon Goddess. Along with pure white fur, they had golden ancient runes on them and golden eyes. The moon goddess did not only give them a beautiful appearance, but she gifted them great power. The power that is coveted by all creatures of the realm. White wolves were gifted with the power of a thousand witches, healing blood, and the ability to control another individual with their minds. As it is known that werewolves are affected by silver, white wolves are immune to silver. White wolves were supreme to other supern

He says. He hands me the picture and I just stare at it. These aren’t fucking pets. These are wild fucking animals. Who in the fuck has pets like these? I am staring at a fucking white tiger, a black panther, and a large solid black wolf. No wonder no one wants to try and sneak onto the land. Forget the high tech security system they have. These three beasts are enough to keep you away. “How in the hell did they even get these beasts?” I ask.

Samantha. The battle was fierce. The apex wolves were not immune to my stare, but they could fight it. They were stronger than the average apex wolf and faster. I linked Sylvester telepathically and asked if they were like the last weird ones that kept growing their parts, but he assured me they had no magic this time. His assurance boosted my confidence.

Watching him from behind, he wore semi fitted black trousers and a loose black button up shirt that made his tall stature look very intimidating. Finally, after what seemed like hours of walking, we reached the throne room. With just a slight touch Vycer pushed the door open. I found my breath caught in my throat. There was Dekk. The monster. My rage boiled up, causing my hands to clench so hard my nails cut small slits into my palms. I bit my lip to try and buy time. This is it. I have to make it worthwhile. I raised my gaze to meet Dekk’s and was caught off guard that he was already staring directly at me.

“There he is. The one who gave me my name. The First Alpha. The one who bled before the moon chose her mate.” From the treeline, the air split. Not with magic. Not with fire. With presence. A single step forward, and every animal in the surrounding forest fled. Birds vanished from the sky. Leaves curled in upon themselves. The very wind reversed its direction. And then he appeared. No smoke. No stardust. Just fur the color of ancient ash and scars that looked carved by claws far larger than any still living. His eyes were amber, not glowing, not supernatural—just wolf. Wolf and nothing else. But they saw everything.

I pat his back, “Please get her safely. She must be exhausted after all that her heart suffered today.” I sigh and stare at her sadly. I head outside and find the Black Tiger smoking his cigarette peacefully, his back against the car door. I frown and approach him, he looks so good in his luxurious suit but the cancer stick he’s smoking ruins the classy image. I stand in front of him and pull the cigarette from his fingers, “This thing will do you no good.” Tiger sends me a death glare, “Who gave you the right?” he asks.

He was handsome in every way June could have ever imagined and those black eyes of his, gazed at her thoughtfully and it was at this that June noticed she was still staring at the man that she looked away and pretended she was cleaning the bar her mind still wandering on the man. She felt like she had known him or she had seen him. “Mr. White! You came!” the woman, now revealed Clara exclaimed and June immediately knew where she knew him. Of course the best celebrity tycoon. Miles White. Flawless and spotless plus daringly handsome, more than the magazines had portrayed.

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.