Black Panther Oc Novels & Stories

she said. Xavier released me and sat on the edge of the examination table. “Healer Darren. Report.” Scott stepped in behind us. “Beckett, this is irregular. The Council—” Xavier cut him off with a look. “I am pureblood,” Xavier said quietly. “The Lycan Prince of the Royal Territories. Address me accordingly, Redwood.” Scott’s jaw tightened. “Or leave,” Xavier added. Scott didn't challenge him, but he didn't look happy. Darren began unwrapping Xavier’s bandages. The wound looked worse than it should; the edges were dark and irritated, refusing to close. Even with my clinic's help, the flesh seemed to be fighting itself.

Although Lawrence thought it was unfair, it was his victory no matter what. He would not refuse. “That’s enough. Stop playing around and just do it,” Lawrence urged the black panther. The panther was equivalent to the early stage of the sixth zone of humans. It was quite powerful no matter where it was. However, Lawrence could still control it easily. The elders of his guild captured this panther cub for Lawrence when energy revived back then. The panther was only in the first zone back then and became so powerful in just three years.

As far as I knew no one in this pack or city was loyal, if given the opportunity they would do worse than I plan to I’m sure. “Nicolas, I wasn't expecting you, what brings you here ?” A scary looking bald man with skull tattoos on his arms asks. “Good to see you too Dylan, I have a little offer for you.” Dylan licks his lips when his gaze shifts to me and my skin prickles with disgust. “Is there money involved ?” he asks. “There will be but you haven’t even heard of the offer yet.” “As long as I get compensation I’m down for it.”

Every single alpha head in the room instantly swivels toward my dark corner. The sound hits Luciano's ears like a physical slap across his wrinkled face. His grand master mask shatters into pieces, his eyes turning blood-red at the edges as raw mafia rage swells inside his chest. He spins his body toward my frame, his sharp fangs extending as he growls through his clenched teeth, "What is so funny to your worthless mouth, Rapha Okoye?" A hundred pairs of eyes stare at my face in absolute shock, unsure whether to shift their wolves right now or just watch the execution.

Alexandro growled—a sound that tore through the air like thunder. His massive black wolf form took a step forward, towering over everything in the room. His fur shimmered like obsidian, the glow of the chandeliers reflecting faintly off his coat. His eyes, glowing with a savage blue, never left the assassin. I’d seen wolves before. Many. My father. My brothers. The warriors in my village. But never like this. Never this big. Never this powerful. Never this terrifyingly beautiful.

“Same thing.” I rolled my eyes, peeled off the other glove, and went back to the file spread across the table. Birth records. Test results. And one picture of a newborn panther pup with fur so white it hurt to look at. Panthers weren’t white. They were black, sometimes grey, sometimes dark brown. Never this. “Still obsessing?” Ellan asked. “Still interfering?” I shot back. “Panther pups are my business,” he said, voice even. “Not this one,” I countered. I tapped the photo with a finger. “This isn’t natural.”

One of the younger cubs saw that Black Panther showed no reaction at all and lifted a foot as if to kick him again. Clar moved instantly and grabbed the cub’s wrist. “Stop!” Her voice cut through the air. “Black Panther is dead. Is that still not enough for you? Even in death, you won’t leave him alone?” A sneer rose from the crowd. “He’s dead, and you were the only one here. If it wasn’t you, then who?”

And by the way, Robert dealt with him with just a punch, Michael knew who this was. "B...Black .... Panther...." Dan and his men rushed over and grabbed Michael, lifting him up. Michael was dumbfounded, unable to move even a muscle, as if struck by lightning. Did he just offend Black Panther...?? He was indeed his death then...! ***************

The next second, however, the dark energy on the ground forged another hand that grabbed at the panther from below. The Black Panther formation was knocked askew as the panther was usurped, exploding and sending the eight men flying through the air. They spat out mouthfuls of blood as they landed on the ground, and the ground sunk once more as a powerful force began dragging them downwards. "I guess I wasn't wary enough in the end," Perry said weakly.

He was slowly adapting to being an Omega- not just by name but by nature and physique. “What the hell is wrong with you Cynthia?” He yelled back as he grabbed the half-tied bandage away from Celia and motioned for her to excuse them. She muttered a silent okay before she did as she was told. “What do you mean by what the hell is wrong with me? Has being an Omega started making you daft or what?” She angrily snarled, her features looking more like a wolf’s than that of a human. She was livid, he could see, so he decided to be the calm one in the situation. Waving to Celia to leave. She nodded and left.