Black Panther King T Challa Novels & Stories

their expressions trained and blank. And then there was me. Wrapped in the thin, body-hugging rope dress the king had made me wear. It barely covered my thighs and left my back open, but compared to the others, I was practically the only modestly dressed pet in the hall. Overdressed, even. A horn was blown from the right side, and the herald’s voice rang throughout the room. “Alpha Damon of the Black Moon Syndicate, leader of the mafian wolf pack. The devil of the east, King of Ironhall, and his consort arrives!”

When we finally broke apart, his eyes were dark with lust, and I was sure mine were too. I locked my arm with his and walked into the exclusive five-star restaurant. All the women turned to look at Chad, who looked smoking hot in that tuxedo—tailored to hug his muscular frame like a second skin. I held tightly to him; his cold, powerful aura announced his arrival before Ferragamo even had a chance. Chad appeared as dangerous as he was handsome. "Distinguished Alphas and Lunas of Keladia, and of course, honorable royals of North Natbia, our Lycan King Chadrick Kent Greystorm, and Luna Bellaflora Lockwood!" Ferragano clapped gleefully.

"And here I was, rattling my bones out of fear because you were someone much greater! It turned out you are just a mere animal! It is disheartening, you see. Why must I fear you when you are below me?" Chaol wasn't very happy at the King's statement. "I understand you that hate me, King Garland. Do not worry, the feeling is mutual." "Indeed." "However I am certain that the irrational frenzy inside me will not be appeased by your retardation." The Chaol marches towards in out of fury and swung his arm to the air, creating a mass of purple-like energy on his palms, ready to burn the King alive. The King took a sidestep, evading his attack, and lunged a punch on his stomach.

explains Slaine. “Is there something like that here?” Mia asked curiously. “You didn’t know there was an underground boxing show in Denver?” This time it was Slaine’s turn to stare at Mia as if there were horns on her head. “Denver is very well known for its Underground shows, which are always held at Red Cage, which is why Jaxon is called the King of Underground. Where have you been? Everyone outside America knows about it, and you live with Jaxon, who controls the event.”

and my eyes widened at the scene before me. Xander had Brinleys forearm tightly, while guards from our rival pack stood demanding our Alpha, the king of this kingdom To give Brinley over to them. And Alpha was not pleased. I haven't seen him angry like this in a long time. I walked calmly over to the scene. And crossed my arms. "What is your business in being here?". I used my beta voice with a Slight growl. The guard stood about 5'8 blonde hair brown eyes, nothing special.

Her eyes then darted to the butler who still had his head bowed in respect for her. “No, no, please, arise.” She urged and the butler did as what he’s told to. The butler smiled bitterly at her. His worried expression concerned her and so, she asked, “May I know what’s wrong, sir?” Her voice sounded calm yet she’s alarmed. “Do call me Alfred.” He nodded softly, “I’m very sorry to tell you this but, King Axl plans on executing his brother and the woman he brought with him.” Alfred added.

Honestly, it was a hilarious situation, but I was not going to let these to know this. “Oh, for fucks sake. The giant ass white tiger is Phantom, the equally giant black panther and jaguar are Jaeyde and Topaz. The freakishly large black wolf is Obsidian while the other wolf that we can only describe as a burning flame is Eymbyr. You two are so fucking terrible at explaining shit.” Chris told us. "And your point? This is why we keep you around. Plus, you like explaining shit." Mykynzye snarked.

She flinched a little from the pain the metal chains released her right arm. “Let go of me, you dumbass! What do you want from me? Who are you guys?” She roared as those chains fell upon her pale skin. “This is madness!” “My name is Ace and the person you are soon going to meet is his royal mischievousness and evilness, Nathan” Ace rested his palms on Ashley’s shoulders and led her out of the room and into another room. He pushed her onto the seat, pressed a button and automatically she was handcuffed to the chair. Ashley roared at his deceitful attitude.

Someone who sees in the darkest hours, surpassing human speed and possessing abilities far beyond our understanding. As I make my way down the dimly lit basement, the sound of Kai's footsteps echoes behind me. Each step seems to resonate through the corridor as I flick on every light, illuminating the path before me. Approaching the end of the hallway, a faint growl reaches my ears, causing a knowing smile to dance across my lips. I switch on the final light, casting its rays directly onto my panther. The room is engulfed in an intense aura as the dim glow reveals the majestic black panther before me. Its coat shimmers like polished obsidian, exuding power and grace. The panther's eyes gleam

There is however another baffling sight right behind them. King Elon holds three long chains with his other hand, which are attached to the necks of the former Royals, Tedmond, Callum and Regan's mother. They crawl on their hands and knees behind him like his animal pets. Their heads are bowed with shame, while their owner holds his head high with great pride. King Elon's many concubines are next in the line of his escort. They carry whips, which now and then land on the backs of the three former Royals, urging them to crawl faster so that they do not delay King Elon's fast pace.