Black Panther King T Challa Novels & Stories

Lebo says Tools facial expression changed to one I don’t recognize, oh his guilty! “If you can look at the screen you will see his bank statement with a transaction that came from PT” Lebo says, at this time Tools looks like blood was drained from his face. “What does PT stand for?” I asked my brother. “Papi Tlokwa the king of BaTlakwana kingdom.” He says.

“With this gift, I relinquish my power as Alpha over to you, young Katalea. May you wear it as a symbol of our Prides’ strength, loyalty, and love. It is your to give to the next black panther or to put back into the sacred vault if there is not one after your reign. His words wee heavy on my shoulders but I picked up the box. Insides was a delicate panther pendant made of onyx, surrounded by tiny rubis, the eyes were a dazzling sapphire as blue as mine. It was supported by a tiny silver chain that didn’t look strong enough to survive what I would put it through. Grandfather saw me eyeing the chain and read my thoughts. “It is made of a metal stronger than platinum, that is found only o

I asked "where the hell you went not lifting my call" he replied "sorry sir I was searching for the details about that black panther group people" I sighed and said "fine upto where your investigation came" he replied "they already occupied two more groups sir they're trying to become strong day by day we can say that their team leader is quite intelligent soon he might become mafia king" I hitted the wall and said "mafia king is my position no one should take it no matter what I wont let someone to steal my position" he replied "sure sir we wont let that to happen"

Killian commands as he approaches me. I only have on a simple white nightgown. It’s nothing. I was bathed and put in this nightgown. He is in simple black pants and a black tunic shirt. He must have changed out of his battle clothes and washed up because he was no longer bloody and dirty. My hands tremble as they reach for the hem. I close my eyes trying to overcome the fear. My breathing is getting heavy, no, not now. I can’t have a panic attack now. I fear tears prick my eyes. So much for not breaking down in front of the Alpha King.

He spits out. “He is the toughest Alpha in the whole region.” I take a step toward him, and I don’t miss the way his eyes flicker, the instinctive reaction of a weak wolf facing a stronger authority. “Allister Blackwaters is the Lycan King, Collins. What do you expect? That we fight him? That we take him to court and hope for a judgment in our favor?” Collins opens his mouth, but I don’t let him speak.

Aria and Destiny's world have collapsed, leaving them feeling devastated. Just when the sisters thought things couldn't get any worse, they are taken captive by the Crimson Moon Pack, a notorious werewolf group governed by a cruel Alpha king. Forced to endure the pains imposed upon them, they must find their freedom and escape through this dark time. As days pass by, a spark begins to grow inside Aria. She swears to reclaim her freedom and put her life back together again alongside her sister. Her will and determination become stronger with each passing day, but things become complicated when Destiny finds out she is the cruel Alpha king's mate!

Then he raised his leg and put his foot on his palm which was on the ground. The man on the ground felt immense pain but he did not dare to make any noise. The man with deathly aura was none other than Vikramaditya Bhardwaj. He is the king of the underworld mafia, also known as ‘The Mafia King’ in the human world. However, he had another identity as well. An identity of a werewolf. But not an ordinary but Alpha. He is the most fearsome, ruthless, and the most cold-blooded Alpha of the largest pack of the continent – The Silent Anguished Howlers.

I closed the link. “Bianca,” the King called, and even though his voice was calm and gentle, I saw Bianca pull herself smaller. Considering how afraid she was of Duncan at first, I could understand her. Alpha Sebastian Blackwood, who has been the Werewolf King for more than 20 years now, was truly a formidable man. Not only did he have an aura so thick you could almost touch it, but he was also 6’6, with broad shoulders and quite spectacular muscles. Only his graying hair showed that he was already over 50 and spent most of his life in a position of high power.

I feel my face flush with embarassment instantly at her gesture. We get to the table in the back, the three men stand close by but not too close "What is your name please", his voice is smoother than cream cheese on a bagel "Annette Valentine" I respond, trying not to get lost his eyes, he smiles at hearing my name, "oh that smile is to die for" Meda purrs, "Annette Valentine" he repeats, "Allow me to introduce myself, My name is Kantrell Torri, I am the Lycan King of the Eastern Terriotry." The shock from his words wont let me move, I can't even speak in this moment, did he say what I think he just said? THE LYCAN KING?!

I heard a tiny voice scream from behind me and my mother and I turned around to see one of the twins running towards the Alpha King who still had my father in a chokehold, looking crazed as hell with blood dripping down his clothes and the claws on his other hand out. She didn’t seem scared of him one bit right now, with how she literally ran into his arms. My mouth fell open. The sneaky twin had obviously managed to loosen the ropes which I had used to tie her up and was also excited to see that her brother had come for them. The anger in his eyes were evident as his eyes had already turned dark red, causing an immense amount of fear in the room. From the look of things right now, it was ob