Black Panther King T Challa Novels & Stories

It was clear that Kal Fang was a very wealthy and proud man. "Alpha King Magnus Blackwater," One of the guards at the door announced loudly as we walked in. At the far end of the hall was a throne, and seated on the throne was Kal Fang himself. He was a tall and imposing figure with a long black beard and piercing blue eyes. He was bald and I spotted tattoos all around his body, it was basically a tapestry of ink. He was wearing a black leather kilt and a wolfskin cloak too which was evident that he valued the old way of doing things. He looked up at us as we entered the hall, and his eyes widened in mock surprise.

The special guest for today's meeting was none other than the king of the mafia, The Black Panther himself. Nobody has ever seen his face or been aware of who he really is. All they knew was that he possessed eyes that could see a person's soul. As he could control whomever he desired, it was said that he was an elderly man with magical abilities even in this era. Some claim he is not even a human being because he can read anyone's mind in an instant. Nobody can deceive him, in fact, nobody who attempts to deceive him has ever seen the light of day again. Killing felt like swiping away the dust from his finger.

"The sun of the empire, Calisto Bernieri, the first of his name, lord of all demons, ruler of the underworld, emperor of Bernieri, his son, the little sun of the empire, Loren Bernieri Angelov and the third in command of the royal guard, Abbadon, the demon of madness." It was announced and when the doors opened, we entered that warm and welcoming place. That dance was different from all the others and I could see the looks on Loren as soon as they realized. "Asra!" Loren practically screamed still in my lap and I had to put him down so he would go to her. Dress crimson, golden and long with embroidery that looked like scales. Dark mask with horns and this set made obvious his fantasy: Lleh,

I added the last part for shock purposes. “Oh, I doubt it will go that far. You see, there is this thing called an alpha tone which forces people to do as I say. They can revolt all they want, but they won’t ever be able to arrest me.” He looked amused, but I could see it didn’t reach his eyes. Had I actually struck a nerve? “You would be surprised by what the slave traders are capable of. Anyway, your people think you are crazy.” Just thinking about the slave traders made my stomach churn so I decided to rather talk about the crazy king.

Another set of thoughts was diving inside her and also she began to have a little fear building up inside her. "Wow, that little Draco must have a big fate ahead of him. I always knew he was something and I guess my instinct is proven right. I've heard of the legend of the white wolf also and he was the strongest of our kind. I would even say he was the Alpha king" Erica intervened. "So Draco is the Alpha king?" Ana asked. "It seems both our sons are destined for greater things" Elsie who was quiet and lost in deep thought finally voiced it. She was gazing blankly at the window ahead of her.

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.

LUNA ASTERBELLE’S POV The aura that surrounded the dining hall was kind of heavy, despite the bright morning. Right after the mysterious man greeted me, King Dawn had been unusually releasing a large amount of his aura, which was a mixture of uneasiness and vexation. "So, can I now know who you might be and what’s the purpose of your visit here?" I carefully asked the man who was busy finishing the meal that Jazpher served. "I’m Beta Holmes of the Crimson Moon Pack," he introduced himself, then stood firmly with his closed fist on his chest. "The Alpha ordered me to fetch you from this useless clan," he added, which made the king click his tongue.

In a split second, the bald man from before stood in front of Frederick, landing a powerful punch that sent several thugs flying! "I've got this one," the bald man declared, revealing a menacing dragon tattoo across his bare chest. Simultaneously, groups of burly men emerged from all directions. They stood staunchly behind the bald man, ready for a confrontation. "That's a dragon tattoo! Only one man dares to have it in the entire Mirage City... the Underground King, Gavin Zeller!" The crowd was immediately stunned! The bald man was none other than one of Mirage City's three titans—the Underground King, Gavin Zeller, who ruled over a hundred thousand gangsters!

“Exactly. Now that we know what my brother was after, we need to take it.” I nodded, just before he knocked the air out of me with his next sentence. “It seems the answers and the ledger you’ve been hunting… can only be taken one way.” I stared at him, trying to process whether I’d heard him right. I didn’t need him to clarify. I already knew what he meant. His expression told me everything. “This is what it means to be a fucking King, Moretti. Your life is not yours to live and you know it. So own it,” he said, his voice serious.