Black Panther T'challa Pronunciation Romane & Geschichten

“It’s already bound under pack law. The ink is dry.” “Are you out of your fucking mind, Katniss?” Cedric roared, slamming his fist onto the edge of his desk, making the crystal decanters rattle violently. “Hassan Blackthorn is a goddamn monster! He is a ruthless, cold-blooded warlord who views people as nothing but chess pieces! You just handed our entire legacy to the most feared Alpha in the modern world on a silver fucking platter!”

“Get me out of here.” Zane’s voice cut through the moment, a silken growl that sent a chill down Kevin’s spine. “Not so fast, Talon,” he said, stepping from the shadows near the throne, his amber eyes glinting with menace. His shaved head gleamed, his claw-mark tattoos stark against his pale skin, and he wore a sleeveless black tunic, his claws extended, sharp and black. Rhea was at his side, her jet-black hair braided tight, her cruel smile a slash of white, her dagger in hand. Behind them, a dozen Black Shadow wolves emerged, their amber eyes glowing, their snarls a chorus of death.

“That’s impossible!” “But why? It’s normal, no? I just asked him about the mission and he explained everything to me.” I shrug. “Keira.” Jayden places his hand on my shoulder, “When I told you that the Black Tiger doesn’t talk to anyone, I meant it. He never exchanged words with any of us, we don’t even know what his voice sounds like.” I raise an eyebrow and look at them nod. I laugh and run my fingers through my dark hair, “I guess I gave him no choice then.”

“With this gift, I relinquish my power as Alpha over to you, young Katalea. May you wear it as a symbol of our Prides’ strength, loyalty, and love. It is your to give to the next black panther or to put back into the sacred vault if there is not one after your reign. His words wee heavy on my shoulders but I picked up the box. Insides was a delicate panther pendant made of onyx, surrounded by tiny rubis, the eyes were a dazzling sapphire as blue as mine. It was supported by a tiny silver chain that didn’t look strong enough to survive what I would put it through. Grandfather saw me eyeing the chain and read my thoughts. “It is made of a metal stronger than platinum, that is found only o

Shifting back, I move to make my way to him when two black panthers block my path. I look up to find the chief looking directly at me “What is the meaning of this? We hold no grudges with your tribe” I say with a heaving chest trying to hold my Lycan back. The chief holds up his hands and every panther moves back behind him as if that one move sent out the command. “You have had my daughter here” His accent is thicker than Mystique’s, and his eyes a black pull of swirls that send an Ice chill down my spine when they look directly at you.