Azari Black Panther 소설 & 이야기

Kayla’s POV I watched the predatory expression on Zane’s face and a shudder passed through my frame at the fierceness emanating from him. I, the Feral Assassin who had killed wild rogues for years, found him intimidating despite knowing that he wouldn’t ever hurt me. I couldn’t help but pity those who were going to be in his path when he was in his war mood because Alpha Zane Black was a force to be reckoned with and once he hone in on you as his target, you better pray for a fast death.

Standing on the wolf's side is a large black panther; on the other is an enormous white tiger. “Let me introduce you, gentlemen, to Bliz, Nightshade, and Onyx. They are the ones you have to get past to life.” Byanca growls. “They love a good chase and they haven’t had fun in a while now.” Breayna sighs.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

"Slow down. What exactly happened? How are you sure they were from Black Widow Society?" Trenton gave a bitter smile. "I couldn't be certain, but I've seen this woman before. Her name is Zaria, and she's definitely from Black Widow Society." Elise remained skeptical. "That doesn't necessarily mean danger, does it? You know how Black Widow operates—they're swift and merciless. If they were really targeting Felix, would he still be peacefully working at his clinic?" This puzzled Trenton too, though he had his suspicions. "From their conversation and what I observed, it seems like Black Widow Society has claimed Dr. Zeller as their asset, which is why he still has some freedom. I watched him wr

I don’t know if it’s the mission itself or knowing Zane is here, but my heart is already racing, my blood heating in my veins. I see the guy who’s supposed to pick me up standing at the edge of the tarmac. Tall, broad, dressed in black, and wearing sunglasses that don’t hide the fact that he’s one of Arkyn’s men. He gives me a short nod before walking over, tossing a black bag my way. “Sorry, Alpha’s orders,” he mutters. “Blindfold goes on. It’s the only way to the Vega pack.”

The rooster-haired leader smirked, watching the scene unfold. He glanced to the side. "Panther," he said. "Help him." A man stepped forward. Dark-skinned, with uneven black patches across his face. His presence was heavier, more aggressive. He walked toward Lucien's table and stopped in front of them. A grin spread across his face. "You three," he said. "Don't you recognize us?" No response. He lifted his chin proudly. "We are the Black Thunder Chicken Riders." Silence. Iris slowly looked up.

“I’m just thankful to you.” “Black. I’m Black.” Black sat beside Grey and unbuttoned his shirt. “Done.” Blackarlito Munteriru Fufu C. Quizo—Black—was the middle child and the only son among three siblings. He was a famous model, gifted with looks that could make anyone kneel. His eyes were striking, his nose well-defined, and his smile could make people say yes to whatever he wanted. He was tall, with a perfectly built physique. “My pants. Please, man,” Grey ordered.

“Of course I am here… Right when you need me the most. It seems like you are ready…” Azazel was truly a sight to behold, with his chiseled features and striking appearance that seemed to radiate power and danger. His jet-black hair was styled in a messy yet elegant way, falling over his forehead and framing his sharp cheekbones. His tall, muscular frame was clad in a black satin robe ornamented with red and gold accents, which only emphasized his rugged, devilishly handsome appearance.

She ran, she ran faster and harder that she even thought possible, her paws pounded into the dirt with such ferocity that she feared it would register as seismic activity, guided by her preternatural vision and animalistic speed she darted through the great woods, north towards the Elana River, hoping, praying that the text message she sent before leaving the compound had been received, if it hadn't then she would surely be dead by sunrise. Her hind legs began to ache, miles of forest behind her but still miles to go, driven by the need to survive the black panther forced on, she could not hear anyone following but that didn't mean they weren't coming, her father would send the elite Enforce

“So, what is it you wanted to talk about?” He cleared his throat before speaking. “Last night, when you were having a nightmare, you grabbed your neck and mumbled. You called out Isaiah. He’s the Alpha of the Black Moon Pack. The pack you’re part of. Did he…” James hesitated as if it was hard for him to continue. I could see him clenching and unclenching his fist. It made me nervous. “Did he hurt you, Zira?”