Black Panther: Wakanda Forever Con La Brisa Novels & Stories

The rock slipped from her fingers, clattering uselessly to the ground. Her captor barely looked winded. Up close, he was worse than she expected. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in dark, worn leathers that smelled of the forest and blood. His hair was black, untamed, falling past his shoulders in careless waves. But it was his eyes that held her frozen. Golden. Feral. Rogue. Selene bared her teeth, her wolf rising beneath her skin. “Let. Me. Go.” The rogue tilted his head, considering her like she was something amusing. Then, he did the opposite of what she expected.

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?”

Esme POV “Will you destroy the Pack for a slave?” Bruce barked. In the absence of the King, Beta Bruce seemed to take more authority than he was given. Alpha Leo sat on his throne, mindlessly watching everything happen. He knew the truth but his feeble mind couldn’t come up with a thing to say. Knox strolled behind me planted his hands on my shoulders and brushed his thumbs along my skin. “She’s more than a slave.” He brushed my dress down, revealing bare skin and the mark he branded me with.

" I closed the door while she continued to rant into the night. So I put on headphones and began packing my luggage. Early the next morning, I went out to buy the things needed for the mountains. Snake repellent, mosquito repellent, a first aid kit... When I returned, the house door was slightly ajar. I could hear talking and laughing in the living room. First was Freya's voice. "At the engagement party, when Cleo goes up on stage, how about we suddenly release something to build her courage? "Release a fake snake or a dead rat?" Tyler remained silent for so long that Freya became annoyed. "Why do you have that expression on your face? If you don't agree, then just ignore me!" In the end, he

Wolves shifted uneasily, the bravado bleeding from them in the face of such raw, united power. And then the earth itself seemed to groan. A steady thrum beat through the soil, like a war drum that matched the rhythm of hooves. Serenya strode forward, tall and unyielding, her presence carrying the weight of wild lands untouched by any pack. Her dark braid swung across her shoulder, her storm-blue eyes locked on the wolves who dared to defy peace.

He looked down at the bloodied man underneath him, then up at me again, before dropping his hand. Slowly, he pushed off the man, rising to his feet. His eyes never left mine, but the rage inside them still burned. "Only because of you, Wildflower," he muttered. Then Zephyr turned to the crowd and unleashed a powerful roar. It was just as terrifying and commanding as the one I'd heard in the woods the morning he saved me from Darrin, and it silenced everything. Instantly, every Lycan present dropped to their knees, bowing their heads in submission. All except his uncles and their wives, outsiders to this pack, remained standing, unaffected by his call, but still showing some form of respect b

Kit laughed, shaking his head at Joon. "I didn't mean to," He chuckled. "I don't understand why that pup follows you sometimes." Kit laughed. Smiling, Joon replied, "What can I say? It's all training to him!" All the wolves laughed. "What's the message?" Rex asked the Alpha. "Pandora was the one responsible for taking Vuk Majka's goddess like power, along with her Soul's Light. Pandora locked them in a mystic cage, called the Tome of Sadness until she found another worthy to take on the mantle of Vuk." Joon paused, not knowing how to say what is coming next.

They were well dressed but not uncomfortably so. The werewolf was much taller than any she-wolf Chloe had ever seen. Chloe was instantly reminded of the tales of Amazonian warriors who were regarded for their beauty, strength and combat abilities. There was nothing but muscle on this female and yet she was beautiful with her eyes and thick long hair the same colour black of espresso coffee. Bronze skin peeked out from under the black uniform she was wearing that hugged her trim figure like a second skin. Chloe could tell this she-wolf was not to be messed with and yet her luscious lips were tilted into a friendly smile that even the coldest of hearts couldn’t resist. It took a few moments to

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"