White Tiger Novel Summary Novels & Stories

Wilson quickly turned around to run away from the tiger, perhaps he could catch up with the hunters by nightfall and avoid sleeping alone. *biff* Wilson fell. Only then, did he realise he was frozen stiff, a thin layer of ice had once again wrapped him up. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!" Far, far, far ahead, Jim shrieked as he saw the Snow Tiger appear before him. The humongous being lowered its head in order to look Jim eye to eye and even seemed to be smirking at him. Jim's legs instantly became soft. He sat on the crunchy snow and immediately began to negotiate with the tiger as if it were human.

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.

Branwen POV Run. It's all I can think as those white tiger eyes lock on me. I don't wait for him to pounce, I launch upward, my feet digging into bark, fingers catching on knots as I scramble up the nearest tree like a wildcat being chased by death itself. My heart hammers so loud I swear he can hear it. The White Tiger Lord prowls forward, massive, sleek and deadly. His stripes blend into the fog. His tongue flicks out as his eyes follow me. He circles the base of the trunk, head tilted, tail twitching with savage interest.

White Tiger, who's on his 4 years old form held his forehead that turned red due to Soheila. All of a sudden, he thought about what Soheila said a while ago. "You almost died?" He asked. Soheila nodded. White Tiger's eyes widened. "What?! You have a lot of spirit beasts in you, didn't they protect you?" Soheila sighed. "Little Black and Sylvie's power were sealed that time. You were sleeping. Only Firezha which is a newborn Firebird helped me."

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.

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

In a flash of an eye all three of them were dire wolves running through the woods, wild, free. Not for long, Pearl knew she needed to go back to the mortal realm and save Ethan. END OF BOOK 1

Tigers are solitary creatures, we’re not pack animals like the wolves, and we don’t have the expansive brain capacity of the dragons, so being inside Zephyr’s mind is a completely new experience for me. It’s a bit overwhelming because I’ve never shared my mind space with someone, but the tiger in me loves the adoration that my dragon is feeling towards me.

With a strange roar, a white tiger with wings leaped up and closely followed behind the beautiful youth. Unfortunately, one of its wings was injured, so it couldn't fly high at all. Moreover, the suction in the sky seemed to only attract outsiders, aboriginals could not feel it at all. The tiger was about to fall, just like the other Surviving Species of the Untainted Land, to die in the volcano below. "Haha, you've been hunting me down for half a year. Forget it, why don't I take you today?" The young man in yellow robe soaring in the sky had an idea. He tied a white rope around the wings of the white tiger and pulled it towards the crevice in the sky!

My off-road vehicle tore across the border line, but I didn't head toward the bustling human cities. Instead, I turned the wheel toward the one place every werewolf feared to tread: Death Valley. There, I found them. A pack of Rogues, cast out and exiled by their former tribes. They were a sorry sight—missing legs, blinded eyes, dressed in rags that barely clung to their emaciated frames. Their eyes held nothing but hollow despair. In my last life, I wasted my White Wolf gifts playing the dutiful housewife, cooking soup for two ungrateful Alphas.