Black Panther Oc Novels & Stories

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.

She had only begun to explore the depths of her abilities, but the one thing she understood well was that power without control was a dangerous thing. But what would she do? She couldn’t stay hidden forever. She knew Karl still led the Ember Pack. She also knew that Rieka Blackwood, the woman who had stolen Karl’s heart—and her future—was still by his side, pretending to be the perfect mate. But Rey was no longer that naive girl who believed in love or hope. She was here for revenge, Vengeance, and nothing aside that mattered.

Her expression became one of neutrality, and she struck out another fist! "Panther: Roar!" It was the same move from before. The technique and execution were no different from the first, but the effect was vastly dissimilar to the first strike. *ROAR* A thunderous roar shook the entirety of Zandor and forced children indoors. The earth trembled in awe as a massive energy swept over the planet. A gigantic black panther with a red star on its forehead made its appearance amidst the chaos. It's eyes were velvety red and its countenance was that of unquestionable authority. This was the true form of the Soul Weapon known as Panther!

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"

Standing on the wolf's side is a large black panther; on the other is an enormous white tiger. “Let me introduce you, gentlemen, to Bliz, Nightshade, and Onyx. They are the ones you have to get past to life.” Byanca growls. “They love a good chase and they haven’t had fun in a while now.” Breayna sighs.

“His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx pack.” Alana’s words send a ripple of confusion through everyone’s mind. “Black Onyx Pack?” Alpha Azraiel questions with a raised eyebrow. “I- I know it sounds unbelievable but it is true! He really is from the Black Onyx Pack.” For a moment, no one speaks. Theo and Alpha Azraiel look at each other with a knowing look in their eyes. They have most probably mindlinked their suspicions about the witch in front of them.

“I’ll handle them from here, Rose.” A tall man with ocean blue eyes and a kinder expression approached and Rose gave him a small bow, her eyes lingering on my frame with disapproval before she walked away. The man approached, he looked no older than thirty, but his presence felt suffocating— it was less commanding than the man with the grey eyes, but still pretty heady. “Elliot,” he said with a nod. “Beta of the BlackVale. The King’s second.” The words echoed in my head like a curse.

As I think back over the last few years, I remember times when I have some sort of sense that helps me navigate what people are like and how to judge them, also with my tracking ability, I always found it a lot easier to navigate things linked with nature more than Ollie or Brent ever did. “Yes, I suppose so …” I mumble in awe. Before, I always thought the magic side of the family was phased out after a few generations. “From my understanding, Zander Blackwood is a pure Alpha wolf. His parents and grandparents’ parents before him have always been from Alpha families, making your daughter one of the strongest females in the world.”

He was looking at the box with amazement. “Go ahead. Open it.” She said with an excited voice this time. Devlin quietly opened the box. He opened the piece which was covered with specially designed paper. When he unwrapped it, he saw a panther made from black onyx. It looks like it was ready to launch at his prey. He ran his hands on the expensive piece. “What do you think? I am sorry this was the only available item from that store. It reminds me so much of you so I bought it. It looks powerful, fierce, and strong.” She said while never leaving her eyes on Devlin.

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—”