White Tiger Novel Novels & Stories

“Why am I here, though? And why have you kept Viktor here the entire time when his soul should be at peace!” Woah, little wolf has gotten feisty over the last few years. She stands with her hands on her hips and waits for the Goddess to answer but instead we hear the footsteps of someone else approaching. Caterina’s eyes widen and she takes a tentative step back when she sees the person walking up to Tiarin; he’s tall, built like an ox with hair so blonde it seems translucent. When I see his crimson eyes and the way Tiarin looks at him, it tells me all I need to know.

Billy just shook his head at me as I walked away, looking for more places that I could help. A little later, I was looking around and saw no conflict anywhere, so I asked Grandma Abby, “I would really like to go pick some blackberries.” Grandma smiled, “You could do that. Winnie already cast the spell on you to keep dark magic from being used on you. Just keep some daggers on you.” I smiled, “On it.” I grabbed a bucket from the kitchen and walked out the back door. I was picking blackberries and dancing around to the music playing from my one ear bud in my ear. I was trying to keep one ear open as I worked and danced at the same time. I was looking around frequently, making sure that there w

Caspian thought about getting something out of that weird being's mouth when the big white pig took the initiative to speak. The pig grunted twice, opened its eyes, looked at Caspian, and grinned. "Hehe! You can tell that this is an illusion so quickly. It seems that you're rather knowledgeable, White Tiger." "White Tiger?" Caspian was stunned. Then, the big white pig's eyes fell on Daisy again, tutting. "I didn't expect that a fox would get together with a White Tiger. What's your relationship?" "Fox?" Daisy was shocked, but her face immediately changed.

Perla's gravelly voice brought her back from her fleeting memories. "Saul and Thiago were brothers that fought for the rights to be Alpha of the first White Creek pack" Perla sipped her coffee before continuing the story. Nueva listened eagerly to the details as she puzzled the pictures she had seen in the book together with the story, inside her head. "I saw a white wolf in the book is that my Eira?" Nueva interrupted Perla's storytelling. "Well, yes and no. We don't know enough about the Ice wolf to know if there is more than one." Perla tried to explain.

I managed to get out as I pushed the furry animal off me. That was when I saw it fully. It looked like a cross between a dog and a leopard; the spots on its body and its yellow eyes looking so out of place on it. It barked at me; or should I say roared. The sound loud enough to wake everyone in the mansion. The question now was where it had come from and what it was. I scooped the animal up in my arms, hurrying away from the place before the guards came out to inspect the source of the noise.

His heart broke looking at her condition. The wolves stepped forward but leopard and the white tiger roared blocking their way to her. The wolves growled but it faded in front of strong roars. Leopard walked towards serenity and rubbed his face on her face like a little pet cat. He purred looking at her. For a weird reason she didn't feel startled by him. The white tiger was still growling at the wolves and the wolves were doing the same but they didn't attack each other. They knew that they are at the same level in front of each other, no matter how strong they are for other supernaturals.

It was such a change from anything she knew. Tara was a city wolf and always had been. When the vehicle finally stopped outside of the packhouse. Their new second packhouse. Tara stepped from the vehicle and breathed in deeply. The smells of pine, grass, and nature hung heavily in the air in a good way. The buildings were in good condition and smoke came from the packhouse chimney.

She didn’t want to hear the replay of events again and closed her eyes. “The Panthers were edgy…..100 ft of traps…the Panthers and witch betrayed us to ensure their families safety…rode the wind like a broom…scaled the walls….bloodbath…death…hundreds of men…shield….tornados….healed…hurricane…melted guns…swept the compound…found the prisoners…Sandra killed Piers…the white wolf… frozen in place…serum…sleep…captured the panthers…transported back to base.”

The rogue arrives at dawn, barely conscious and bleeding from dozens of wounds. Hope is in her office reviewing patrol reports when the alarm sounds—intruder at the eastern border, critically injured, requesting sanctuary. She reaches the border checkpoint within minutes to find a female wolf in human form, covered in claw marks that look deliberately placed. Not random attack wounds—systematic torture. "Sanctuary," the woman gasps. "Please. Alpha Silverclaw, I need sanctuary before Raven finds me."

There came walking the most largest tiger I had ever seen. Seriously? What's wrong with all these animals today? Why are animals after me? AND WHAT ON EARTH IS WRONG WITH THEIR SIZES?! The tiger walked forward, its snowy white fur shining in the moonlight. At last, it stopped, right beside me, staring at the Hounds behind me. And just like that, it released a roar so loud I felt like my insides had turned in to porridge. I closed my eyes as I heard the hounds whimper and scutter away. And then, silence.