Novel & Cerita Black Panther Oc

Makros Vedanta. Leader of the Black scorpion clan and the one responsible for the death of my parents. It seemed I was finally getting my birthday wish after all. “You know as I sat here, waiting and hearing the pained sounds of my men and the chaos happening from my ruined auction. I wondered…how did the Vampire Kings finally find out. Why would Gian fuck me up like this?” He instead stated in a thick accent, with calm tone while taking another blow at his cigar. His crimson red eyes focused on Adrian instead.

Dio stood up and pulled a few beef jerky from his space ring and fed it to Blur. “Is that your pet?” Caspian’s attention was now on Blur whose black fur shined in the afternoon light. “I’m not a pet,” Blur’s annoyed tone resounded in the area. Caspian’s eyes grew in amazement when he heard how the panther in front of him talk just like a human. “What kind of beast are you?” “I’m an alpha panther.” Blur focused on eating and ignored Caspian’s other remarks towards him. After feeding Blur, Dio stood up to go back to the wagon but Caspian stopped him by holding his shoulder. “I know this might be preposterous of me, but I need your help.”

Never one to hide, Katalea shifted, while Dakari remained. “I have heard myths about the black panther in my world,” a now very cute asian girl said, throwing her long dark hair over her shoulder. Katalea smiled, “Here I am just Katalea.” Another man spoke, he had been a brown wolf moments before but now stood before them with military short brown hair. ”We are grateful for the assist, but..” here he paused and looked around, “what are you doing here?” Katalea couldn’t help but grin. She tried to sound incredulous, “What, you don’t have many panthers in these parts?”

’ I asked myself. ‘Not those blue gems,’ Melora answered. They finally agreed. I had already seen Ian’s tattoo but Cannon’s own changed the game. It was a lion, with its mane spreading out and gem-like eyes shining. Its jaw and teeth were profound—looked like it was roaring—and the design was similar to Ian’s but unique in its way. Then there was Kane. I’m not a zoologist but I knew that was a Black Panther. It had blue eyes like its brothers and was fierce. Its whiskers were lowered and it looked like it was ready to bite someone.

A grimace appeared on Alpha Black's face, further terrorizing the people near him who had come to greet him. _Who is Mr. Fantastic?_ growled Mr. Wolf. The man and the animal were so furious that the wolf's growls came out of Black's throat. "Pardon, I know, I'm acting like a teenager, but...he's just perfect. I saw him shirtless the other day and... oh la la! I can still see his muscles under his clothes." "_Oh_," the man and the wolf nodded. A shy smile played on Black's lips. A man saw him and pissed himself in panic.

Five minutes later, George and a dozen of his men hastily arrived. George scanned the scene and barked, "Keep an eye on these losers. Make sure none of them runs away!" Then, he quickly ran over to the shed and prostrated himself to Alexander and Amber. "I'm sorry I'm late, sir. I'm sorry that these thugs disrupted your day!" he apologized hastily. Alexander waved his hand and said calmly, "The culprit is Nick Panther." Nick Panther was a powerful thug in the underbelly of Ol' Mare and was a tough person to deal with. He had a tattoo of a panther on his body, which was why he was called Nick Panther.

Deep down, I wanted the dark dawn pack to agree in giving out the Star moon's land freely, so it doesn't prolong the case, or result in a battle. Damian told me the land the Starmoon had come to claim was located somewhere in Ontario. The dark dawn pack was currently using the land for agriculture. We had come to Toronto because their dark dawn palace was here My thoughts were broken when the Alpha of the dark dawn graced the room. His huge figure quickly filled up the space. He was tall, about 6'2ft, muscles popping from every angle of his body. He looked older. I had guessed him to be in his early fifties.

Blood trickles from scraped palms, but there's no time for pain. The sounds of pursuit grow closer. I force myself forward, limbs heavy with exhaustion. Just a little further. Just a little— They materialize from the fog like ghosts. Royal guards, their silver and black uniforms unmistakable in the moonlight. Five of them, surrounding me in a standard capture formation. I drop into a defensive stance. The movements come automatically now, muscle memory from mandatory training sessions. For a moment, pride flashes in my chest – I'm not the same helpless omega they expect.