Dc Black Panther Novels & Stories

Karina was a professional, twisted, manipulative liar with an unstable mind, so I could not blame her—but Panther? “It’s not like your son is going to miss you since he doesn’t even know he has a dad.” “So you better give me one good reason why I should let your life.” Panther went into deep thoughts. “You can say a lot about me, but I’m the only one who’s on your side.” That was a good point.

“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

Door of the black luxury car swung open with a click. A single, pristine black leather combat boot hit the cobblestones of Main Street. A second later, Duncan Alonso stood up to his full, towering height. The bright spring sunshine caught the sharp angles of his face, but it did nothing to soften his terrifying appearance. He looked incredibly massive, a lethal apex predator stepping into a peaceful village. His midnight-black tracking jacket was unzipped, revealing the hard, muscular lines of his chest, and his hands were clenched into tight fangs of bone and muscle.

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

Before I could answer, a shadow falls over us. “Mr. Blackthorn.” I stiffened. I turned around and I see Dean Elisha. The man is massive, his presence alone enough to silence entire crowds. His eyes gleam with age and the weight of authority, his movements slow and precise, and each one a reminder of the legend that follows him. A were-panther and Alpha of his pack, he is one of the rarest and most feared specie. The stories say he went to war and returned with barely a scratch, his enemies torn apart.

Who goes to a panther's lair to hunt him? I do. And for Jasper Grant, a hot, tasty girl blundering into his lair? That suits him perfectly. It is a shame that such a fine specimen of a man will go to waste. But he must pay with his life. All the Grants will pay for their sins. I, Michela Cruz, will be their reckoning.

’ I jump half a mile and almost drop dead of a heart attack. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He smiles at me, looking daunting and obviously impressed with his sinister prowess when lurking around in the partially lit apartment. I just eye roll at him as I try to calm my erratic heart and weak limbs. Panther comes to mind. He has the silent, confident walk of a ferocious black beast in the shadows. Wearing what looks like a form-fitting work out tee over sweatpants. Modern day ninja or cold assassin. “Don’t you use beds?” I ask sarcastically, still recovering from my minor stroke as he moves out of the way to let me pass. I lift the milk jug out before I head for the counter past him to

The male on his knees got up and ran off. “I know a guy that might be able to help, he’s expensive. He was my roommate’s brother, from college. They’re actually panther shifters so they know about us. The guy is a hacker, works for the government but for the right price does stuff on the side,” Duncan said. “Isn’t technology wonderful,” I said, rubbing my face.

Death is his middle name when messed with......... Vladimir Albert Darkclaw, a name that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. His piercing blue eyes and chiseled features seemed chiseled from the very darkness itself. As the Alpha of the Feral Fury Pack and Lord Marino Jenkins of the underworld Mafia, he ruled with an iron fist, his dominance unchallenged. At the mention of his name even the devil himself gives way for him.

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...! ***************