Black Panther M'baku Novels & Stories

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

He was not a hulking mass of muscle, but rather, a refined piece of war that had the exact amount of flesh to do the job. "Dominique Foe Yatra. Also known as 'Black Panther' for the nobles and those willing to bring pain to the irregulars. I can't think of a better moment to reveal to the world of adventurers that the silver-ranked lone wolf was actually you the whole time. But if I'm being honest, Black Knife only fits you with the mask on, so I recommend you stay with the new nickname"

The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last. Catalina watched nearly 50 men with shotguns in their hands. When they saw her, they got confused. " Yes. This is the murderer we were looking for .A girl . 5'2 and Petite. She killed them. " Mazov aka pakhan spoke to them. He grabbed her hair forcefully and made her stand in front of him. Catalina for the first time watched him closely. 6'4 and all muscles. She forced her neck up to watch him speaking. In only his boxers, he threw the gun away and stood like a Greek god.

No one spoke, and no one took the lead to make the first move. Black Panther kept raising his aura, trying to force the opponent to reveal his weak point. But Chen Fugui stood there motionless, as if his opponent didn't exist at all. Five minutes later, the gamblers in the stands couldn't hold it any longer; they shouted and cursed. Black Panther's eyes flashed as he lost his patience. Suddenly, his body moved. As fast as an agile panther, he pounced on his prey. With the opponent in front of him, Black Panther didn't dare to go easy. He directly used his own killing technique—Steel Sweeping Legs.

The moment he smiles, his teeth almost light up the room. Mamba is an assassin who gained his codename due to using snakes as his weapons of choice. I’ve spent years trying to guess where in Africa he comes from based on his accent, and after all this time I think I’ve narrowed it down to Cameroon. I actually rather like Mamba, he’s always had a very friendly personality for a hired killer. Mum hates him though, but that’s only because he beat her out for a few contracts over the years. She holds a grudge against anyone who takes her contracts from her. As you may recall, my dad is not exempt from her wrath.

Author's point of view... "B...Black... Panther..." Robert’s expression remained icy as Micheal muttered those words, paralyzed by fear. It wasn’t just fear for his life, Michael had known thugs, criminals, and killers all his life, but Robert, the dangerously infamous Black Panther, was a different kind of predator. His lethal calm, the focused rage simmering just beneath his surface, made it clear this man wouldn’t blink an eye before killing him and it's not just killing him, Michael couldn't comprehend how Robert would do it.

Chase needed a Breakthrough Pill. The Starks had one, and Chase decided to make a trip there. "Where are we going, Master?" Black Panther continued asking. Chase kicked it and replied with indifference, "Get me information on the Coopers." "Huh?" Black Panther was puzzled. "Information on the Coopers?" Chase nodded. "I trust your capabilities." "Umm… Yes, Master!" Black Panther quickly nodded. It was not stupid. It knew how powerful Chase was. If it angered Chase, it might be turned into minced meat!

And a mouth holding two long dagger-like canines ushered by tough jagged teeth. Its bloodless mouth slabbered carelessly with sticky saliva, that produced enormous filthiness and a stinking foul smell. The hairs on the skin were black, smooth and full, stretching along its body, even to its tail. Once it stood on all four limbs, it appeared to be a panther—Only that, it had the teeth of a wolf and the limbs and tail of a rat. "My prince, what do we do?" It was the right-hand man, Ehimen who spoke.

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.