Black Panther Fanfiction Novelas e Histórias

I hated it. Kael stared at the scorched seam. “A test.” “Of what? Me? You? The dirt?” “Yes.” “Kael.” He finally looked at me. The silver in his eyes wasn’t just light. “Rovan is a binder,” he said. “Wolves. Heat. Fear. He ties what isn’t his and pulls.” “So untie it.” His mouth twitched. “Working on it.” “Don’t get cute.” “I’m not.” He dragged a hand through his hair. Blood streaked his fingers. His forearm dripped. I reached for him without thinking. He caught my wrist, gentle. “Later,” he said. “We move.”

With a skillful dodge, I slid to the west and eyed the panther that attacked without notice. "Fucking disturbance," I growled fiercely. /"A panther had the courage, huh? I want to slaughter him."/ Smirking, I let my wolf take over. I felt the surge of power in my body and my senses became enhanced. The Black Panther looked as if he was calculating everything. I could not contain my growl knowing how he ruined my already tarnished mood. The ghost of the forest, they were the panther. I knew how smart they were especially with their stealth ability. But they were very hard to deal with at night, too bad for him, the sun was still shining brightly.

Kothari shifted into animal form, the beautiful black panther sailing over the head of the human girl to land behind her before spinning around to face his friend on the forest floor. She was bleeding! He had hurt her! The panther stared at his angel in misery, self-loathing flooding through him. He had hurt her...he had...another had laid hands on her. The odd thought that crept into his mind confused him and he shook his head to clear his thoughts. That didn't make sense, no one had touched Dara apart from himself, and yet, a memory was fighting to be heard, and he was afraid of what that memory might do to him.

“Same thing.” I rolled my eyes, peeled off the other glove, and went back to the file spread across the table. Birth records. Test results. And one picture of a newborn panther pup with fur so white it hurt to look at. Panthers weren’t white. They were black, sometimes grey, sometimes dark brown. Never this. “Still obsessing?” Ellan asked. “Still interfering?” I shot back. “Panther pups are my business,” he said, voice even. “Not this one,” I countered. I tapped the photo with a finger. “This isn’t natural.”

My hands curled into fists at my sides. His eyes dropped to my bandaged arm, and his grin widened. “I have to say, I’m surprised to see you still using that arm.” His expression darkened slightly, a cruel gleam in his eyes. “I was certain I broke all those damn bones.” A low growl rumbled in my throat, my body tensing. “You’re insane, Thanos.” Thanos tilted his head as if considering the statement. “And yet, here I stand.” I took a step forward. “What the hell are you doing in Blackwood pack? You already took what you wanted. You got the title of Alpha. What more do you want?”

I led the doctor out of Paul’s room after he wrote the medications down. Mitch met me outside the room again as soon as I called him. “Alpha?” I didn’t look at him. “Send more men to Blackthorn,” I ordered. “I want her back as soon as possible.” But suddenly, this wasn’t just about punishment anymore. Somewhere deep inside me, a thought I didn’t want to acknowledge surfaced. The pack hasn’t been the same since she left. I must get her back, even if it means involving the Alpha king himself.

she says. I think about the information that I read. I’m pretty sure one of their brothers was left in the restraints to die, but I’m not about to tell them that. “Your mother was a black panther?” I ask. “Is there another kind?” Orsa snaps. Hope growls, but her father does too. “I said knock it off, Orsa, or you’ll find yourself sleeping outside tonight.” Orsa looks pissed, but she stops snapping at me. “There is another kind, actually. Southern panthers, like Florida panthers, are fawn colored, not black,” I say calmly.

A sudden cacophonous loud gasp cut through the silent air. I lost breathe for a moment. Kian turned to me. His golden eyes, once filled with warmth, now burned with cold fury as though to tear me apart. Amelia stepped closer, whispering something to him. His expression turned more cold and primal. “I, Kian Silverstein, banish you, Evans Blackthorn, forever. For treason against the Dawnshade Pack.” The words slammed into me, stealing the last remnants of my strength. I had nothing left. No family. No mate. No home.

"But this is your child! Your own blood! Are you really willing to harm your own child for selfish reasons? Miles, what has happened to you? This isn’t the man I married—who has taken the real you away from me?” I've always been this way, Angel. You just never saw it. I have to become the Alpha of the Black Moon pack; I don’t know how it will happen, but it must. I refuse to be under that little rogue and Dane, who acts like he owns the world. I want to strip away his arrogance and show him who truly holds the power. He’s the reason Shanna is out there, refusing to return home, and I need to make them all understand the consequences!

“I have three things to tell you, Alicia.” She nodded for me to go ahead, her eyes fully focused on me. I swallowed down very hard, gnashing my teeth together and blocking out every thought of mine that was making me nervous. I was Artfold Panther, the Tribrid alpha king, the man feared by both alphas and men, and yet I was here, nervous to talk to her, scared for her response and trembling greatly of words that needed to get out to her. “First of all, I think Alexander is going to do something to you. He’s tampering with your head. He’s making you forget things.”