M'baku As Black Panther Novels & Stories

Chase needed a Breakthrough Pill. The Starks had one, and Chase decided to make a trip there. "Where are we going, Master?" Black Panther continued asking. Chase kicked it and replied with indifference, "Get me information on the Coopers." "Huh?" Black Panther was puzzled. "Information on the Coopers?" Chase nodded. "I trust your capabilities." "Umm… Yes, Master!" Black Panther quickly nodded. It was not stupid. It knew how powerful Chase was. If it angered Chase, it might be turned into minced meat!

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.

Author's point of view... "B...Black... Panther..." Robert’s expression remained icy as Micheal muttered those words, paralyzed by fear. It wasn’t just fear for his life, Michael had known thugs, criminals, and killers all his life, but Robert, the dangerously infamous Black Panther, was a different kind of predator. His lethal calm, the focused rage simmering just beneath his surface, made it clear this man wouldn’t blink an eye before killing him and it's not just killing him, Michael couldn't comprehend how Robert would do it.

Someone who sees in the darkest hours, surpassing human speed and possessing abilities far beyond our understanding. As I make my way down the dimly lit basement, the sound of Kai's footsteps echoes behind me. Each step seems to resonate through the corridor as I flick on every light, illuminating the path before me. Approaching the end of the hallway, a faint growl reaches my ears, causing a knowing smile to dance across my lips. I switch on the final light, casting its rays directly onto my panther. The room is engulfed in an intense aura as the dim glow reveals the majestic black panther before me. Its coat shimmers like polished obsidian, exuding power and grace. The panther's eyes gleam

Instead, I nodded, silently urging him to continue. He paced a slow circle, hands shoved deep into his pockets, the tension radiating from him like heat. “Blackwood Enterprises is under attack. Competitors, media, even insiders… They’re trying to take me down. And if they find out about us, about you, it’ll be the perfect leverage.” The weight of his words hit me harder than I expected. I had known Dominic’s world was complicated, but this was another level entirely. I wasn’t sure I was ready to be part of it.

One of the younger cubs saw that Black Panther showed no reaction at all and lifted a foot as if to kick him again. Clar moved instantly and grabbed the cub’s wrist. “Stop!” Her voice cut through the air. “Black Panther is dead. Is that still not enough for you? Even in death, you won’t leave him alone?” A sneer rose from the crowd. “He’s dead, and you were the only one here. If it wasn’t you, then who?”

Sebastian chuckled coldly, standing up and approaching the assassin as he looked down on him. The assassin trembled, feeling as if he was facing a formidable foe. A terrifying pressure enveloped him, causing him to shudder uncontrollably. It felt as if the grim reaper himself was targeting him. "D-Don't… Don't mess with me! I'm from the Black Mamba Gang. If you dare to touch me, our boss won't spare you!" the assassin leader stammered in fear. "Black Mamba Gang? Is that supposed to be very powerful?" Sebastian looked calm as he continued, "Tell me, why are you chasing after her? I will show mercy if you tell me, or else…"

I don’t know if it’s the mission itself or knowing Zane is here, but my heart is already racing, my blood heating in my veins. I see the guy who’s supposed to pick me up standing at the edge of the tarmac. Tall, broad, dressed in black, and wearing sunglasses that don’t hide the fact that he’s one of Arkyn’s men. He gives me a short nod before walking over, tossing a black bag my way. “Sorry, Alpha’s orders,” he mutters. “Blindfold goes on. It’s the only way to the Vega pack.”

the Judge demanded once more. "Who dares to stir up trouble at the Justiniano Hotel?" Another voice joined the fray. A young man, not yet thirty, with a determined look and piercing eyes, exuded a powerful presence. His skill was evident that he was a martial master of the ultimate mastery stage, accompanied by five or six others. "Oakley, it's them, the trio!" The head of security hurried over to greet them. "Listen up, fellas. If you're here to stir up trouble, you've picked the wrong spot. Clear out now before things get ugly, and I'll let bygones be bygones," Oakley, also known as Black Panther, said, locking eyes with Howard.

written in the Jakalorn native language. Inside the Black Panther’s hovel is a living space the size of a master bedroom that one would find in a castle or fort. On one side are old and used bunk beds that have unmade sheets and lightly feathered pillows on the ground. In the middle of the room is a transference altar, the same one that Malakai had in his bedroom. Though this altar is made from dirty stone and the orbs in the middle that holds the rosmalt together also have specs of grim around the orb and all across the staff and centerpiece of the pedestal. There is one section dedicated to bathing. There are two tubes that are filled with clean water that ever so slightly overflows. The s