White Tiger Novel Novels & Stories

Thank you for reading Wolfblood. This now begins book 3 of the series, Wolfborn, which introduces some new characters and also continues Jasmine and Blake's story. Happy reading! *** GINGER Secrets. Everyone has at least one, right? Mine was that I lost my wolf. It happened a long time ago—it was an accident. It was one of those moments in life that changed everything. You know what I mean. One day, everything was normal, great even, and the next thing you know, your life is destroyed over one bad decision.

Film images of bloodthirsty animals with huge fangs and claws, tearing people apart, came to mind. “Just don’t faint, mistress,” the guy said worriedly, observing her shocked look. - I think you will be against me touching you. And it is unknown how long you remain unconscious. And I’m not eager to touch you. He pointed his hand at her, and his tone was serious, without a hint of amusement. The thought of being touched by a werewolf made her dizzy. Anika took a deep breath, trying to keep her sanity and calm her anxiety. But this guy didn't look like the bloodthirsty beast from the movies. Quite a cute dog, or rather a wolf, with silky fur. The ideas about werewolves did not add up to the ex

A shiver ran through me at the memory of my only encounter with rogues. Talia and I had been in the treehouse our dad built for us in the woods, pretending to be on border patrol. After an hour had passed, we were ready to head back when Talia caught a scent that made her nose wrinkle in disgust. A moment later, I’d smelled it too. A stench like rotting garbage laced with malice. "Tara, stay right here. Don't move." Leaving me in the treehouse, she’d shifted into her wolf, cautiously approaching the smell.

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.

Jarek said and in a few seconds, Assistant Jacob entered the office with a document in his hand. "President, according to our source. White Tigress is in Ryle Country." Assistant Jacob said immediately he entered. He dropped the documents on the table neatly. "She came into the country with the White Tigress identity, which was the reason why it was yet to be broadcast." Assistant Jacob said and swept a glance at the book in Jarek's hand, and he discovered that it was White Tigress's new book 'Taming her,' Jarek wasn't a lover of fiction but all White Tigress books had been read by him which had pushed him to do so. Assistant Jacob would also consider himself a fan now.

I didn’t tell him I am also curious to know who this white wolf is, such pure white fur, my whole life I have not seen any complete white wolf until today. ‘She is Irene’ suddenly I heard Kaden’s joyful voice and my eyes widened, I once again glanced at white wolf and when focused, inhaled deeply, her scent hit me, she was indeed our mate. I had lost my voice, because she was holding the neck of last remained rogue in her mouth and slowly turned, facing us. I inhaled a sharp breath, she was beautiful, her blue eyes fiercely looking into mine and I knew she and Kaden had connected themselves. Right in front of my eyes she slit the rogue’s throat, her fur was covered with blood around her mout

Lucas's voice was a ragged growl, his elongated canines scraping against my neck, ready to sink in and mark me. Alexander was even more direct. He was tearing at my nightgown, his searing hands roaming my body with an undeniable, suffocating possessiveness. "Don't move, good girl. Open your legs. Take your Alphas..." The phantom pain of being torn apart in my past life surged through me. I didn't melt or soothe them like I did before. Instead, I summoned the unique spiritual gift of the White Wolf. "Sleep." A massive wave of psychic energy slammed into their lust-addled brains.

"Down there... You left marks on my thighs." A wicked, dangerously beautiful smile tugged at the corner of Victor’s lips. The anger that had surged in his veins earlier had completely morphed back into that heavy, intoxicating desire. He leaned down, his sharp jaw brushing against her wet temple. "I was marking my territory, Tigritsa," he murmured, his voice a gravelly purr that made a wicked ache bloom deep inside her stomach. "And you... You flicked the Pakhan’s forehead and kicked my shoulder. No one has ever struck me and lived to tell the tale. You're lucky I find your little claws amusing."

" I looked around and realised that the winds blowing made all the leaves surround me in a circular manner Like they were engulfing me to soothe me The water in the lake looked a lot more blue Like blue lights were being emitted by the water The old man passed me a reassuring smile "She is here son watching you....telling you she is here with you...." I found an unknown courage inside me and got up on my feet "Don't worry Ezra your mate is coming ....you can't die unless your wolf defeats me.....the thunder wolf may have power of thunder but I have power of love.."

His lips pull at the corner, showing a small, crooked smile" “You also love to read…and eat.” He chuckles. “I don’t know where you get them, but you are always coming out here with a new dessert, sharing with the deer as you read. You read everything from Hemmingway to Morrison, to Roberts. Always something though, a book ready at your command. I see it Roo, all of that and so much more.” I take a moment to let every word he’s spoken seep into my bones. He’s watched me. He knows I’m a white wolf, but he hasn’t told anyone, including his brother.