Black Panther King T Challa Novels & Stories

Vallea sat tied to the chair her hair hung over her face. The water was thrown over her She slowly opened her eyes they cut hair. "Good afternoon Vallea it’s nice to see you are finally with us." "Who are you?" "I’m Nicolo Russo. The maffia king." Oh great a fucking ameture. "You are not the Mafia king, my brother Matteo Robustelli is." "I am and you should remember that.’ "Why am I here?" "You are here as bate, my princess."

Even the middle-aged man who had seemed so sincere now looked at me with an unwelcoming gaze while shaking his head. A deep scowl etched on their faces, "God forbid the Alpha King mated a human slave." Some of them muttered. Their gazes had turned unfriendly, the moment they realized I was a human slave. A human slave could not become their Luna queen. Never, they would not let it happen. I had lived all my life in the Moonstone pack and I did not have a wolf. I already knew I was human. "A human slave as Elijah's mate is unacceptable." one of the elders growled, rising to his feet.

She said as she gasped for breath “I have done to you what you did onto me with extra bonuses slut” Chaos replied flatly “Who do you even think you are?” “You should have asked that before you started to mess with my mate when I got here. But I will tell you anyway… I am Khione Dava Chaos, 3rd child to King Chaos and heir to his throne.My father is the King of Kings of the underworld and the lord of Lords of all darkness that exists in this realm and the other.

Her expression became one of neutrality, and she struck out another fist! "Panther: Roar!" It was the same move from before. The technique and execution were no different from the first, but the effect was vastly dissimilar to the first strike. *ROAR* A thunderous roar shook the entirety of Zandor and forced children indoors. The earth trembled in awe as a massive energy swept over the planet. A gigantic black panther with a red star on its forehead made its appearance amidst the chaos. It's eyes were velvety red and its countenance was that of unquestionable authority. This was the true form of the Soul Weapon known as Panther!

It says The Alpha King in the picture because I'm currently trying to get the book title switched to that! For anyone confused about why there are two different names. Happy New Year!!

"S-Stanley is actually scared?" Tiana, Chantelle, and the other onlookers were completely stunned. Chantelle muttered, "Blood-Eyed Black Dragon Mark… the Lloyd royal bloodline… Andrew Lloyd… So, he was hiding his true identity all this time? Dragon Prince… Isn't that the same name that triggered the uprising in Chetvine years ago?" She gasped, realizing a man straight out of legend was standing right in front of them. As she stared at Andrew's side profile, Chantelle felt a strange mix of familiarity and unfamiliarity. She had always known he was powerful, and clearly not just an ordinary man, but she had never imagined his true identity would be this mind-blowing.

"You ready for tonight?" I nod. "More than ready. I'm happy to be here." "Good, cause there's a special guest here tonight." I tilt my head in confusion. "Who?" "Nathaniel Stone, the soon to be Alpha King." My jaw drops in my mind and I know my eyes are wide like saucers. He’s here?!? Nadia's POV No way... he can't be here. Suddenly, my palms start to sweat, and I become hypersensitive to everything around me. I hear the

Alpha King Thorne Blackfang. He sat on a throne of black obsidian at the far end of the hall, legs spread wide, one massive hand resting on the arm of his seat. At thirty-four he was the undisputed ruler of the Northern Packs, broad, shouldered, towering at six-foot-six, with corded muscle that spoke of years of brutal conquests. His skin was sun-bronzed, dark hair cropped short, a strong jaw shadowed with stubble, and piercing silver eyes that could command armies or break wills with a single look. A scar slashed across his left cheek, adding to the raw, dangerous beauty that made lesser alphas tremble.

I first heard his name, it was spoken with fear. “Kael Blackthorn will attend the summit.” The Alpha Summit was approaching, the announcement sent ripples through Moonfall pack. Warriors straightened their backs. The entire territory buzzed with tension. Warriors doubled patrols. Servant like me worked until our hands bled. Kael Blackthron. The Alpha king. They said he conquered packs without mercy. That he once tore out a rival Alpha chest torn open, blood pooling into the dirt. Kael’s warriors watched silently as he stepped closer, his presence alone enough to make them lower their heads.

And at the far end, on a raised platform, sat a throne of black iron. And on that throne sits a tall, muscular man, The Lycan King. Kieran Blackthorn. The Beast King. I forgot to breathe. He is not what I expected. The stories painted him as a monster, something barely human. But the man before me was nothing like an animal. He was young, perhaps only a few years older than I am. He is devastatingly beautiful in the way dangerous things are beautiful, sharp and perfect and absolutely terrifying.