Batman Black Panther Novels & Stories

I tried to sweet talk them, to promise them to give them some information, I didn’t have any loyalties, I’m good selling everyone who won’t kill me secret, plus who’d do the crazy jobs if I’m gone? I did the second best thing, I fought, I bite a few guys, I fought them teeth and nails trying to get away, but they weren’t playing, freaking Irish, they knew I would try and fight, it’s why they are making sure to keep me locked and under heavy surveillance. Maybe me biting one of the guys fingers off was a step too far, but they refused to let me go, they had other plans or so they keep telling me. “Today is your lucky day demon” Patrick says, he’s the head of the small gang.

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.

Marlo was about to against it more when a tall guy from his back held his hand. "That was enough, what father saying is true. There is no rule about it." He said that left Marlo silent. "Cable." Marlo stayed silent. "Are there any complaints?" No one answered and that's when the meeting has begun. Through the entire meeting that has lasted for 12 hours straight. The two parties. Alkhun is the Leader of the Black team, and Marlo is the leader of the red team. With their members. "For the slayer of the Alkhun's team was Amari Rafa."

the Judge retorted, his eyebrows twisting in anger. "How dare you! Do you even know where you are?" Black Panther retracted his finger, his tone still grave. "Mr. Carter is missing. How should we know where he's gone? If you're looking for someone, you should be at the police station, not bothering us here..." Crash! Before he could finish, the Judge unleashed a powerful gust, sending Black Panther flying, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Sophronia and the elder both gasped, then certain the Judge was far stronger than either of them.

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.

One of the younger cubs saw that Black Panther showed no reaction at all and lifted a foot as if to kick him again. Clar moved instantly and grabbed the cub’s wrist. “Stop!” Her voice cut through the air. “Black Panther is dead. Is that still not enough for you? Even in death, you won’t leave him alone?” A sneer rose from the crowd. “He’s dead, and you were the only one here. If it wasn’t you, then who?”

I'm a Beta, and our shifts pack a lot of power, not more than an Alpha's shift, but close. My name is Aston Wiley, and I'm the future Beta of the BlackPaw Pack. I'm best friends with the future Alpha King Jamison. He turned 18 a month ago but hasn't found his mate yet. The anticipation is killing me, as I believe I know who my mate is, and I will get confirmation when I get to school.

A massive Golden Baboon with six arms and huge fangs resembling chilling machetes moved forward to ram against Black Lightning. Ding Hao rushed toward the Golden Baboon without dodging. Just when he was about to reach the baboon, he gripped one of Black Lightning's front bumpers, pulling out a silver bumper with a backhand. A cold light burst out. It turned out to be a long gigantic sword.

Weylin stated, voice sounding as cold as ice. "I advise the leader of The Black Panther not to go against me," Blake Turner said in a cold, stoic voice, matching his son's. Without turning towards his son, he continued. "Otherwise I would have no other option but to crush The Black Panther." He shortly side glanced at his son. "I believe you won't like it to get your organisation crushed into dust. So don't make reckless decisions."

Before I could answer, a shadow falls over us. “Mr. Blackthorn.” I stiffened. I turned around and I see Dean Elisha. The man is massive, his presence alone enough to silence entire crowds. His eyes gleam with age and the weight of authority, his movements slow and precise, and each one a reminder of the legend that follows him. A were-panther and Alpha of his pack, he is one of the rarest and most feared specie. The stories say he went to war and returned with barely a scratch, his enemies torn apart.