White Tiger Novel Summary Novels & Stories

As I whipped my head around, I saw Jaguar and Jeremy closing in on me, their sharp claws extended, ready to strike. But just as all hope seemed lost, the sound of roaring bike engines filled the air. I looked up, and my eyes widened in shock as a massive white wolf leapt into the air, its long, pointy fangs bared. With deadly precision, the wolf bit off Jeremy's head, and then Jaguar's, their bodies crumpling to the ground as blood splattered everywhere. I stared, frozen in horror, as the majestic white wolf turned to face me. Its golden eyes gleamed with a fierce inner light, and I felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Every werewolf present, including the strongest Wolf King, clutched their ears in agony. A black helicopter slowly hovered above me. On its side was the crest of a hunter family, a silver spear piercing a wolf's head. A strikingly handsome man leapt down from the dangling rope ladder. He adjusted his perfectly unwrinkled jacket, looking as if he had stepped onto a red carpet instead of an execution ground. He pressed something on his wristwatch, and the piercing sound grew even sharper. Even I, a human, felt my eardrums ache. The werewolves around us howled in pain. Some collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

"Understood, Mr. Samuel!" My men bowed in respect and strode out of the study, leaving me alone in the vast, silent room. I let out a long breath, leaning back against my grand chair as I massaged my throbbing temples. My mind was still consumed by an immense, gnawing curiosity. How could a ruthless organization like the White Tiger Group be willing to dirty its hands to help a madwoman like Bianca? What exactly had that wretch offered them in exchange? * * * *

Without thinking, I unlatched the gate and slipped in, bending down to pick it up. Just as my fingers closed around the wallet, a sound sent chills racing down my spine – the heavy tread of footsteps behind me. Not one, but three. Slowly, I turned, and my heart nearly stopped. Three enormous white tigers emerged from the shadows, their bodies gleaming under the dim light, larger than me by far. “O–Okay… hello, f-fur babies,” I stammered, forcing a smile. One of them let out a deep, rumbling roar that made my chest vibrate. My knees almost gave out. All the research I had ever read about predators screamed in my head – Don’t show fear. Don’t run. Stand tall.

He was almost falling over himself. Alistair circled carefully, his tail flagged behind him. Gary had kidnapped Jenna, kept her locked in a cage. The white wolf bared his teeth in a menacing snarl. Gary drugged her so she couldn't fight. He raped her over and over and then made her submit to him in front of his pack. The growl started deep in his chest and became louder as he thought of the tortures his mate had endured.

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."

and I sped off. When we reached our home I took out my angel from the backpack and said, “Ok Nova you can now shift back” and added a barrier around the house. Her bones started to shift and she howled in pain as I took her and set her on my lap running a hand through her fur until she shapeshifted into her little cute white tiger. “Why so long?” She mewled. “Sorry Nova, some wolves were following me,” I replied sheepishly. Unlike me this little tiger doesn’t have a human form most likely because she is born a tiger and she hasn’t met the moon goddess.

But Logan had lost his balance and Casper had fallen from that height, resulting in a dislocated elbow and several other wounds. Casper had been his closest friend. He would have done anything for him. As he went through the book, he came across a chapter that talked about an ancient tribe of rogue wolves. He remembered that that particular chapter had been his most favourite in 5he entire book. He had read it so many times that the pages were filled with of fingerprints and the pages had been dog-eared.

If she wasn’t mistaken, she’d witnessed him talking privately to that wicked beast of a man on more than one occasion. Tatyana gritted her teeth as she recalled the evil man, Stevenson. He was the creep who’d lied to her mother and imprisoned them on a ship before delivering her, Osip, and her poor mother to Wadim’s den. She was the only one who escaped the tortuous life Stevenson’s vile actions forced upon them. Her poor mother was forced to breed with Wadim, his sons, and a few select vampires from the den. Her own destined fate was to be paired to Wadim’s favorite son once her body was strong enough to be able to handle having sex with a vampire. A supposed position of honor, she recalle

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