Azari Black Panther Novels & Stories

Slit up to my hip. It screamed Look at me. It screamed I’m not hiding anymore. The assistant called it "bold." I called it armor. Ares was already in black. He was always in black. Tailored suit, no tie, two buttons open at the top. His hair was still damp from his shower, and it made him look younger. More dangerous. He walked in and stopped. His silver eyes dragged over me. Slow. From my red heels, up the slit, over the bare back, to my face. To my red lips. To the diamond choker at my throat hiding the faint bruises Kieran left at the last gala.

The dragon let out a howl of fury, soaring around the air before clawing at the black panther's head. It snapped off the panther's shoulders with one firm twist, and the dragon flicked its tail sharply to crumble the panther's body into dust. A powerful explosion of rampant spiritual energy burst through the air at once. The black panther was the center of the formation. Now that it was slain, the spiritual energy shot out as the eight members of the Black Panthers were forced out of their invisible states and suffered severe backlash.

Olivia explains. "I see." "Simply put, the most influential quarry is the beast in the red zone," said Ariana. "Will it be safe?" asked Olivia. "You're worried about Zayden? How sweet," Ariana chuckled, much to Olivia's surprise. "That ruthless man can be worrisome too, huh?" she chuckled. "But don't worry, he even caught a black jaguar with a very rare tiger-like pattern. He's scarier than a wild animal," Ariana said.

Azar angrily grabbed Prince Zach's neck. “What do you mean, Prince Zacharia Barnabas? Kill you? Do you want to waste Merlot's sacrifice? I lost my brother! Fuck! If you are indebted to Merlot, you better use your life to fight it out from now on! I Azar, vice-leader of the Red Magic Tower, will not allow you to die before this war ends!” said Azar while glaring at Prince Zach furiously, then he released his grip on Zach's neck. Zach coughed while touching his neck, which was red and bruised from Azar's grip.

My eyes immediately found his own, and they darkened as they took my face in. I was standing closely to Mason, our arms grazing each other as Mason looked down at me with an amused expression on his face. "Alpha Asher looks irritable." Mason whispered lowly in my ear and I fought to keep a smile from playing on my lips. "He does, doesn't he?" I giggled, keeping my voice low as well. Asher looked irritable and irresistible. He was wearing a black tank top that highlighted the large muscles along his arms. His scars stood out proudly, giving him that sense of experience and danger. His chocolate hair was tousled as his darkened honey-coated eyes looked my way.

I forced my expression blank, even as the blood roared in my ears. “Zara Blackwood,” he continued, savoring the name on his tongue like it was a rare delicacy. “Seventeen. Unshifted. Low-rank placement. And yet… so many incidents surrounding her.” His hazel eyes lifted to mine, sharp and gleaming. “Do you know what that tells me, Atlas?” I kept silent. “It tells me she’s slipping through your control,” he said softly, with a dangerous edge beneath the calm. “Just like Mira did.”

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

Naraka Pati was confused. "You think the members of the Bhayangkara army are that weak? A fire like that can't kill me. Why? It's because my body is covered in panther armor that has the hardness of a black diamond. Plus, even your dirty fire rope moves are too easy to cut." Black Tiger stood with his chest puffed out. He stared intently at Naraka Pati. "Then I'll use another dirty trick!" Naraka Pati instantly transformed himself into a fire man.

"Azel possesses incredibly sharp, striking features, flawless sun-kissed skin, and a powerful, lean physique. On this day, he abandoned his traditional pack leathers for a streamlined, midnight-black combat suit, his dark hair cropped short and his posture projecting absolute dominance. He exuded a raw, dangerous, and untamed energy. As the primary lens tracked his descent from the vehicle, he offered a cold, confident smirk directly to the broadcast drone." "Oh look, the stray has landed. Turn the camera away; I don't want to look at a rogue." "The production warlords clearly arranged the sequence based on pack rank, and he is sitting at the very bottom of the food chain. The true alpha cha

Lorenzo suddenly said my name in a dark tone, and I pulled myself together, knowing I had to wake up and act. My attention went to the older man who pinned me with a strange look. “A very beautiful Omega, no doubt.” He smiled like he was relaxed, but I felt like I was standing in front of a dangerous snake. “I’m Patriarch Leandro Vasiliev. If you get tired of your Alpha’s bad mood, you’re welcome in my pack.” He said it like it was a joke, and Lorenzo answered with a low, dangerous warning growl that made my skin go tight.