Novel & Cerita Black Panther M'baku

Decorating the thick muscle across his torso, are heart wrenching scars striking across his chest to his stomach. I hardly noticed his lack of clothes, with the towel wrapped around his hips. My eyes were glued only to the scars, that didn't make sense in my mind. This is the Alpha of Love we are talking about. A male of peace and perfection. He isn't supposed to be plagued with scars like this. Malik is staring straight up at me, as I raise my gaze back up. Behind the blazing aqua blue of his irises, is something painfully vulnerable. The air between us is suddenly sucked up by tension.

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.

Ronan didn’t hesitate. His body cracked and bent, the shift overtaking him in one fluid, violent motion. His skin split open like a second birth, revealing the beast beneath—taller than any normal wolf, monstrous and terrifying with fur black as midnight, hooked claws, demon horns, and glowing eyes that promised death. His roar shattered the forest. The first rogue sprinted straight at him, thinking brute force would be enough. It wasn’t. Ronan met him mid-leap, caught his skull between his jaws, and crushed it like an overripe melon. Blood sprayed across the snow in a thick arc as he tossed the corpse aside with a flick of his neck.

Look at what had happened to Obsidian. I licked my lips. “Only some of us have panther DNA,” I told her. “But you have panther DNA, right?” Vanya slowed the car at a stop and turned slightly towards me. “Yes. Obsidian, Devrim, I and the rest of the pride have panther DNA.” Her lips tilted upwards into a smile. “So that would explain the purring.” I returned her smile. “Among other things.” “What else can you do?” “Vanya—”

Some would see bobcats, tigers, or mountain lions, but never a black panther. A coven of witches observed this phenomenom and set out to deceive the gods for their own selfish gain. They seduced the god with love potions and glamour spells. They succeeded and a child was born to rival all children. Beautiful beyond measure in her human form, with long dark hair, olive skin, and piercing blue eyes. On her tenth birthday she shifted for the first time. This was abnormally young for shifting and it is said that she shifted into a powerful black panther. This was the first and only black panther born into the werecat's world.

His shyness scared people away… With a frown, his mind returned to poor Debbie. Good thing that child-molesting asshole was already dead or he'd kill him. He actually wished that the asshole was still alive so that he could torture the bastard and THEN kill him. Beast popped his neck and several of the prisoners under his care were unsure of what to make of the giant, scarred, guard that smirked one minute and scowled the next. One thing was for certain; the sight of him alone assured that none of them would be stepping out of line.

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

Shifting back, I move to make my way to him when two black panthers block my path. I look up to find the chief looking directly at me “What is the meaning of this? We hold no grudges with your tribe” I say with a heaving chest trying to hold my Lycan back. The chief holds up his hands and every panther moves back behind him as if that one move sent out the command. “You have had my daughter here” His accent is thicker than Mystique’s, and his eyes a black pull of swirls that send an Ice chill down my spine when they look directly at you.

He had no idea that Narakashura's demonic power was growing. "Can we start again? I'm getting bored with you guys. To be honest, I still have other agendas, like destroying the kingdom that supports the Swarnabhumi capital." Narakashura tried to ignite the anger of the three tiger-powered warriors. "Is that so? That means we have to kill you now." Grandpa Maung Tutul mobilized his inner power. Two leopard-shaped spirit guards appeared on either side of his body. Black Tiger also wore a perfect panther armor. The black-colored energy aura of the panther spirit pool enveloped his body. His eyes turned into panther eyes. Its row of teeth also grew four fangs consisting of two upper and two lowe

he seen the picture his anger became extreme . he slammed the glass table with his hands and said "kill him I want him to be dead at any cost" assistant nodded his head and wanted to say something but he is being calm and silent milan asked "what you wanted to say" assistant said hesitatingly "sir black panther people were following madam.. don't know why and exactly at the sametime not sure about that people whether belongs to black panther gang or not"