Black Panther Mask And Claws Novels & Stories

She knelt beside the cub. “Those claw marks—do they look like something a female who can’t shift could make?” In this world, only males could transform into beast form. Females were human-shaped from birth. She continued calmly, almost coldly: “These are rodent claws.” “And look.” She gently pried open Black Panther’s jaw. Clenched between his teeth— Fur. “He bit his attacker before dying.” “If we check which rat beastfolk is missing a patch of fur, we’ll have our killer.”

I barely dodged the swipe of his claws glinting against the sun light before stepping back to put some distance between us. I finally got a good look at the motherfucker. He stood a few feet away, balanced on his feet like a predator assessing distance. Everything he wore was in black, just like I thought. Black boots. Black cargo pants. Black long-sleeved compression shirt that clung to a lean, trained frame. A cap pulled low over his brow and a mask covering the lower half of his face. He had dressed up nicely to hide his identity. But I had an idea who he was.

"I made a special trip to see you last night, but you avoided me. You've hurt my feelings!" "Flower Scorpion, what do you want? This isn't your playground. Get out!" Black Panther, after a quick look at his fallen comrades, bellowed with rage. He lunged forward, but before he could get close, the man in yellow flicked him away with a swift palm strike. Black Panther slammed into the chairs behind him, coughing up blood. "Martial general at ultimate mastery!?" Sophronia and the old man gasped together, their eyes wide with astonishment.

Now that would be entertaining. I absconded the boxing bag gloves. My long and thick black lashes pressed firmly together and the gate of my eyes shut closed. I inhaled deeply and calmly. And as usual, my subconscious formed a well-built and sturdy figure. It looked virile and manly. He wore black leather pants and a black tacky jacket that looked like one forged from the heat of battle in medieval times. His face was covered with a silver mask. But the color of his eyes was dark and dangerous. The conviction in his eyes was as firm as always. To kill.

He looked every bit the Prince he was. His attire was impeccable, adorned in a tailored black suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and chiseled features. The fabric seemed to hug his form in all the right places, hinting at the strength and athleticism hidden beneath. His mask, a stark contrast to the darkness of his attire, depicted a black wolf with piercing green eyes, adding an enigmatic allure to his appearance. The intricate details of the mask enhanced his rugged charm, drawing attention to his sharp jawline and intense gaze. Despite the air of formality, there was a subtle hint of vulnerability in his expression, a flicker of uncertainty that betrayed the weight of his responsib

I could take them on, but it would definitely cost me some bones. I didn’t have a chance to think because the Leader lunged himself at me, but I was able to push him aside. Without warning, three massive panthers, their fur black as midnight, emerged from behind me. Their yellow eyes that glowed like embers in the dark were locked onto mine. ‘Fuck! How did they transform so fast?’

I screamed as claws dug into my skin. Movement from the corner of my eyes caught my attention. There was a flash of black fur and in the next second another panther attacked the man, making his claws tear more skin as his body was jerked away. Black spots appeared in my line of vision and my ears started ringing. The last thing I saw was the panther tearing the man’s throat out before I passed out.

{Present time} "Now! Let's all welcome the soul of the night. The biggest of the biggest! And the hardest among the hardest! The twelve-month consecutive most requested man in the club. Let's give him a loud round of applause… Mr. Claws and Fangs!" Yeah. You heard the herald right. Humans dubbed me as Mr. Claws and Fangs in the club when we could not disclose our identities to our avid dependents. It's for security purposes as they say. At least that's what came out of my brain when I was asked by the manager of the club since I am someone with sharp claws and elongated fangs behind my black facemask. Every time I made my entrance heading to the center stage of the club, several men and wome

His lips curled into a huge smile as Hardin walked up to the two ladies, he was dressed in a pair of blue suits and his hair was pulled back in a neat undercut. He looked different from how she knew him five years ago, he looked more professional and more dashing. He didn’t look like the devil from five years ago, the devil that made her life a nightmare, the devil that snatched her life away from her. How could he look so different when he was the most evil person she has ever come across?

My mind was so much bent on figuring this out that I didn't realise I was the only one left in that crate area that lead to the reserve. Scratch the panther's skin, scratch the panther's skin. Scratch the panther's skin and it will reveal its true self to you. Scratch the...panther?...panther?..black...scratch...to reveal..blac... And it dawned on me. I felt the black surface of the crate's bottom. It felt like plywood. I clinched my palm into a fist and pounded twice on it. It gave way to reveal an AWM and DP-28 with 8× scope and 6× scope respectively with two energy can drinks.