Black Panther T'challa Pronunciation Novels & Stories

Zafira Nightvale POV "Don't call my wolf by that name, Thorne Blackwynd. It makes my skin crawl right off my bones," my mouth snaps real sharp, my silver eyes turning completely icy as my face stares his rogue body down. "Thorne, are your ears really that clueless about your position? Fine, let my tongue spell the whole track out for your brain—my inner beast does not like your spirit at all. Why on earth would my high rank go for a weak loser stray like your fur?"

I tilted my head up, pressing closer to the blade at my throat, as if I couldn’t feel the sharp edge cutting into my skin, the blood trickling down. “I can be your Panthera tigris.” “Whoever you want me to bite, I’ll bite.”

His voice is emotionless, but gruff with a hint of concern. Realizing the position we are in, I take a few steps back, trying to calm my own beating heart as I manage a nod. “I’m fine.” “Your name.” “Jennita Bell,” I reply calmly, hoping he didn’t catch the waver in my voice. “Jennita Bell, I, Alpha Jamal Kingston of Titan’s pack swear you in as one of the pack members today. Do you swear your undying loyalty and submission to this pack?”

He must have noticed the fear in my eyes that thinking his wolf was going to take in control to hurt me, because he then trying to take the control back. "I'm really sorry little one, but it's been getting harder for me to keep control over my wolf as the years go by. I'm not sure how much longer it will be when he takes complete control over me. Can you please just answer my question little one?" "Alright, their names are Tiana and Kaven Chandrakant." "I hate to tell you little one, but your wrong about that."

He, Xander Finneas Kandma, was at last living in the body he wore every day. The black panther rose from the floor, shook himself like he was getting rid of water, and snarled at me. "What am I?" he asked over our mental connection. "A twat waffle," Asher replied out loud before I could say anything. Taryk snarled again. His now bright green eyes widened at hearing himself. "A cat of some kind?" He sounded hopeful. "Yeah. A big motherfucking black panther." I waved him over to me. As he reached my side, I lifted a hand to just under my breastbone. "I'd say almost five feet tall on all fours," I said for everyone's benefit.

Zachariah looks at all of us in turn and then asks, "I was a what?" "We will get to that..." He growls but doesn't push as Ava then continues, "Raph, said you saw her shift?" He looks at me as he answers, "Yes, she was... Is a beautiful white panther..." Hearing him say that surprises me. After how he reacted, I didn't think he thought that. I hold his eyes and whispered, "But I thought you hated my panther?" He doesn't get to answer as Raphael then takes over Ava's explanation. We then continue through the room,

I could hear the sound of my heart pounding as I stared at the shadow from where the voice came. The man who stepped forward looked carved from violence itself. His black shirt clung to a chest marked with tattoos that twisted up his throat, curling around the sharp line of his jaw. His dark hair was cropped close, his stubble shadowing lips set in a hard line. His eyes, silver edged with storm, pierced my body as if they could strip her bare. “Alpha Kael Draem,” someone whispered, their voice almost reverent. I swallowed hard. I had heard the name before, always spoken in warning. Alpha of the Blackfang pack. Cold. Ruthless. A wolf who crushed anyone foolish enough to stand in his way.

Gavriel’s eyes glowed, veins bulging, his grip unrelenting. “You dared to lay a hand on what’s mine?” Gavriel’s voice rumbled like thunder. With a twist of his wrist, a sickening crack echoed through the chamber. The executioner’s body fell limply to the ground. The councilors recoiled, horror etched across their faces. Gavriel turned, his gaze locking on Thanos. “You.” His voice dripped with venom. “You dare accuse my breeder without convincing and proper evidence. You dare twist the law for your petty games.” His steps echoed as he advanced, the sheer force of his presence making Thanos shrink back.

My hands curled into fists at my sides. His eyes dropped to my bandaged arm, and his grin widened. “I have to say, I’m surprised to see you still using that arm.” His expression darkened slightly, a cruel gleam in his eyes. “I was certain I broke all those damn bones.” A low growl rumbled in my throat, my body tensing. “You’re insane, Thanos.” Thanos tilted his head as if considering the statement. “And yet, here I stand.” I took a step forward. “What the hell are you doing in Blackwood pack? You already took what you wanted. You got the title of Alpha. What more do you want?”

Thane, overwhelmed with emotion, stood up, his eyes shining with tears as he officially accepted the scepter from Gavin. As he held the scepter aloft, the room fell silent, the Alphas gazing at him with a sense of awe and reverence. Thane's voice rang out, filled with conviction and determination. "I accept this great honor and responsibility," he said. "I promise to use the power of the scepter to bring greatness to our packs, to protect and defend them, and to ensure their prosperity and dominance for generations to come."