White Panther Novels & Stories

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

she remained in contact with Jupiter and as soon as these two Panthers had turned up a sixth sense warned her to contact him, 'Danger, danger, football match two panthers, danger.' So it was no surprise to the red wolf when the huge white wolf leapt through the window of the private box landing on all four paws in front of the two panthers snarling manically, 'Get away from my mate or I will rip your throats out and leave you to die.' He mind-linked them both and Rya

Rayne bit the inside of her lip and considered her answer as her cat purred louder at the sound of his voice. Her animal was clearly intrigued by the vampire which was surprising as her cat didn't usually pay much attention to men around her. But something about the vampire had its attention. Maybe it was his question? He was obviously knowledgeable about wildcats. He knew the black panther was not in fact a panther but a member of either the leopard or jaguar family. That would stroke her cat's ego, that this male was asking an intelligent question about its origins. She considered her options and then went for the truth as she knew it.

The young man howled in pain and called out to his wolf for help. "Did anyone see you come in?" asked Black. Wayne widened his eyes and quickly approached the two Alphas. "There's no way anyone noticed me. The Red Moon pack is completely turned upside down. And the calf's name is Panda." Black merely raised an eyebrow in Wayne's direction without trying to say anything. The Mad One sent his fist into Harry's face again and waited to see how long it would take for his nose to stop bleeding. "I called him Panda because he's black and white," Wayne clarified with a straight face.

Perhaps, I thought, this panther was sent to me as a sign to find a way to protect the ones that were most important to me: Catalina and my unborn child. Placing my hand on her belly, Catalina and I exchanged an uncertain glance, a silent promise to protect our newborn from the shadows of the past. I held the panther close to my chest, and with a newfound resolve, I set out on a quest to uncover the truth one piece at a time. As we walked up the stairs, I couldn't help but wonder if I was destined for success or failure?

“Same thing.” I rolled my eyes, peeled off the other glove, and went back to the file spread across the table. Birth records. Test results. And one picture of a newborn panther pup with fur so white it hurt to look at. Panthers weren’t white. They were black, sometimes grey, sometimes dark brown. Never this. “Still obsessing?” Ellan asked. “Still interfering?” I shot back. “Panther pups are my business,” he said, voice even. “Not this one,” I countered. I tapped the photo with a finger. “This isn’t natural.”

He grinned at serenity and grabbed her by her hair. That man again heard a loud noise but this time it was not a growl, it was a roar... "Not fucking again..." He cursed and turned around not before throwing her back on the ground roughly. Triplets looked at the intruder. But it a wasn't human, it was a black panther. Double the size of them. The panther came forward with his king like aura, threatening the man with his every step. It was Luca. Another roar followed Luca and a white tiger came into view, angry and ready to pound on his enemy. The large frame in itself was threatening.

I lean over him and whisper in his ear, "You are going to be singing like a kitten when I have finished with you..." I get to work making small cuts here and there. I continue until he was deathly pale from the blood running from the small cuts that, of course, wouldn't close very quickly due to the silver. He finally whispered, "We were paid, we are looking for the missing princess..." "What missing, princess?" I frown. "The last white panther shifter..." "Why would werewolf rogues be looking for a shifter?"

"Let's go, the sooner we are done with this, the faster we can go back home." Even from the distance, the size of the magnificent panther is breathtaking; dark gray fur, nicely short and gleaming, deep green and yellow eyes that resemble jewels from ancient lands. It is almost as big as Caleb's wolf, and even though that should worry me, it doesn't. Caleb is tense now, watching the size as well, but he walks a step further when are almost in front of him and I stand behind. "Who are you? What is that you need from us?" Caleb's voice is firm and strong, with no hint of anger. He is learning to control his temper around me, and let a more diplomatic side of him emerge.