Black Panther Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Chase needed a Breakthrough Pill. The Starks had one, and Chase decided to make a trip there. "Where are we going, Master?" Black Panther continued asking. Chase kicked it and replied with indifference, "Get me information on the Coopers." "Huh?" Black Panther was puzzled. "Information on the Coopers?" Chase nodded. "I trust your capabilities." "Umm… Yes, Master!" Black Panther quickly nodded. It was not stupid. It knew how powerful Chase was. If it angered Chase, it might be turned into minced meat!

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.

Fitz didn't hesitate, he grabbed his father's arm, jerking it until he heard a snap of bones. Daniel screamed as he rolled over, his body already shifting, bones popping and snapping as he shifted into his panther, his clothes shredding from his body. He got to his paws, one front leg bent at a gross angle. You're pathetic, he hissed at Fitz. Even with a broken arm, I can still whip your scrawny ass.

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.

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?”

It's been so long. That man frowned at me, his eyes are amber and hair are dark like coal. Is he also like Augustus? I gulped and tried to scoot back but that huge panther roared on my face making me scream. "Don't move or else he will eat you." That man said like it's something funny. My throat came into my mouth when black panther sniffed my body. "What's taking you so lo___" My head snapped towards another men. Green eyes and shoulder length brunnet hair. He looks like an angel.

"Even if it's just to let him die in peace. He keeps calling your name. He knows he messed up—he really does. For the sake of what you two once had—" "For the sake of what?" I asked. Only then did I turn around and meet his cloudy eyes with a look of polite, detached confusion. "The Alpha of the Shadowmoon pack and I stopped having anything to do with each other two years ago," I told him. "He is his own person, and I am mine. His life, his death, and his final wishes have absolutely nothing to do with a tattoo artist running a shop in the Silverbrook pack." Rowan let out a long, weary sigh and pulled out a communication device.

“He wants to kill me and take over the pack.” “What can the infertile lands in your pack get me?” I threw at him. “A daily earning of one farm in Blackthorn can buy your whole pack. So what can Pure Moon truly offer me?” “Then why are you here?” He retorted, chest heaving heavily. “To take Vixen back? To stir a rebellion?” “To watch your downfall,” I simply answered him. “To see my wife expose the wannabe great Alpha and watch you directly as you hit rock bottom.”