Black Panther Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

The nervousness gives place to the excitement and the fear is replaced by my passionate love for Black Tiger. THE END. ~ There will be 2 bonus chapters, so stay tuned if you want more of the wedding day and after the wedding.

"He is just there because he is looking for his mate. He can't find her, and as soon as he awakens and understands that he can't, he will hurry to me, knowing that I am the ideal partner for him." Ah, I see now, a bitch seeking wealth and power by claiming the title of Alpha. She gave me a scowl as she stumbled awkwardly in my direction in her hot pink stilettos. I was still taller than her even when she was wearing four-inch heels. She had to nudge her head up toward me in an effort to get in my face. She was trying to scare me, and I could feel my face itching to smirk. "And I won't let some slobbering mongrel stand in my way! Understand?" I pretended to yawn before turning away from her a

I want to hug Shaun, but I don't want my brother to see me naked. "Can someone please explain to me what's going on? Why are you hugging a panther, and where the hell is Sherri?" I guess it's time to tell Jon about the world of shifters. We also need to figure out what we're going to do with Adam and Lester. I'm not willing to let them walk away from here to jail. I'm a panther now and think panther justice is in order. This should be fun.

“I am truly disappointed in you, Layla. I truly, truly am. He can’t rape you, you’re his fiancée for crying out loud! Drop this nonsense.” Those words cut through me and my eyes flash as I step closer to Uncle, trying to control the rage within me. “Oh yeah? Well, we are not a couple anymore.” “I am truly disappointed in you, Layla. I truly truly am.” “You know what, Uncle? You can get out of my house; I’m done with the both of you.” “You can’t do that. I’m your uncle and that’s your alpha!” Uncle Drake says, but I sure know that I can do exactly that because he looks a tad pale.

“Uh-huh. And yet, you’re still here, dragging me through the apocalypse like some moody action hero. Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying the drama, Alpha. You thrive on this shit.” His only response was another rumble, but I caught the way his shoulders tightened. Then—howls. Sharp, hungry, carried by the storm. Not far behind. My stomach dropped. Black Fang. “See?!” he snapped, whirling toward me, eyes glowing like molten gold in the dark. “Do you understand now why I don’t have time for your sass?” “Oh, I understand perfectly,” I said, brushing rain-soaked hair out of my face, heart pounding as adrenaline flared. “You’re cranky because someone else dared to have a personality while you’re bu

The instant his skin touched hers, the energy snapped between them like lightning. Lyra gasped. The world tilted. His heartbeat thundered against hers, syncing, matching rhythm for rhythm. For one dizzy moment, the mark dimmed, pulsing in time with him. Ronan’s eyes widened. “What—” Then the connection deepened. She saw flashes—not memories of her own, but his. A boy standing under a blood-soaked sky, claws and tears, a promise whispered to a dying Alpha: I’ll protect them, even if it kills me.

he asks in a low growl. "Michela Cruz." He makes no response and glares quietly, leaning on his elbows. His knitted eyebrows and broad, bulky shoulders only accentuate his already predatory air. I had known these very eyes when they were a lanky 15-year-old's, though, they now belong to a dangerously gorgeous panther of a man. So unless they are jetting out flaming bullets, I will still comfortably return the stare. It is a full minute, I'm sure, before he finally leans back in his seat and speaks.

“This is my true form. It is also Nigel’s true form. Once I take the spell off of you that keeps you from your other form, then you will be able to hear and feel your other half inside you. Your other half will have its name. At least that is what your mother has told me. I don’t know much about what it's like to be a black panther, but your mother's other half was beautiful. She said it was like having a friend with her always, so she never felt alone. It helped guide her and stay true. She also said that the other half can tell you when there is danger nearby and can help you once you join and learn to work as a team. You should have already been doing this at the age of sixteen. But your

I almost couldn't recognise my voice and this girl didn't even flinch. Isn't she just a rogue? Why is she always openly challenging me? "She's a gamma!" My wolf surfaced and reminded me but I bit my lips so hard that it bled. And so fucking what? I remain an Alpha and King to Mudville Pack. I dragged her hair, ready to uproot it from her scalp as she yelled helplessly. She fucking made Marcella ran out naked when I requested for a first Aid. Without thinking, I tore her clothes to pieces and made sure she went through the same trauma she made my lover go through.