Attack Titan Physique Novels & Stories

I stood up to go to the bathroom to steel my resolve before finding the doctor myself, but it just so happened that I came across the rehab room where Zane was. Zane sat on a bench doing warm up stretches with his side exposed to me. He was shirtless and seemed to already be sweating as the light glistened off his skin. As he stretched out his whole body, it was then that I realized how perfect his physique was. Broad shoulders; defined and toned muscles; and chiseled, flexible abs… Just like how I used to think of Adrian, Zane looked like he belonged in movies or magazine covers. He was the kind of man that commanded attention, not asked for it. In every way, he was very aesthetically pleas

I turned around and made a big mistake by looking up at him, I repeat big mistake. I swear Adriano had to be on the list of Greek gods, his chest and biceps were well to sculpted don't even get me started on his eight pack, he had an eight pack for Pete's sake and his skin was perfectly tanned even though he was a tad bit dark because of the Latin genes he inherited from his mum. My eyes went lower finding his tattooed torso and V that was visible since his sweatpants hang dangerously low around his waist. Damn I could only imagine my legs wrapped around his torso while his strong arms gripped my ass. Fuck

Her eyes glided over to the ink on his skin, starting from his neck and spreading like a canvas on his shoulder and arm. The patterns were so beautiful and captivating. "You like them?" "Yeah," It left her lips before she could stop it, so to hide her embarrassment she kept her gaze fixed on his chest. Violet gulped, as she wiped all the blood away. She could see his muscles, the strong shoulders, that broad sturdy chest, and those Greek God-like abs followed by a very prominent V line, she forced her eyes to stay rooted on his chest. He had such a captivating physique.

He gripped the collar and shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, letting it slide down his arms and drop to the floor. My jaw practically dropped, a silent, breathless gasp dying on my lips. Seeing him without his armor was staggering. His body was a flawless masterpiece of raw, toned muscle, sculpted with an athletic, lethal precision that made him look more like a warrior than a businessman. His chest was broad, his shoulders impossibly wide, and his stomach was a sharp, defined grid of rock-hard abs that rippled with every movement he made. Light, dark hair dusted the center of his chest, tapering down into a dangerous, enticing line that disappeared straight into the waistband of his low-

If I couldn't control my emotions in the same room as him, there was no way I'd last more than a day in this pack. Judging from appearance, Atlas hadn't changed much. His hair was still that startling shade of platinum blonde, short on the sides and long on the top. He had filled out more, though that was to be expected. His broad shoulders and large physique made him look quite brute-ish, but what he lacked in speed, he made up for in strength. His face was all sharp angles, covered in a light spattering of blonde stubble. Those crystal eyes stared back at me, silent and daring. The hint of a smirk and the silent dare in his eyes sent irritation flooding through me.

His presence was commanding, a power that charged the air around us, impossible to dismiss. Axel leaned against the doorway, fitting snugly in its frame as if it had been custom-built just for him. His white tee clung casually to his sculpted form, the fabric stretched across the broad expanse of his chest, effortlessly defining the muscles beneath. The outline of his biceps was striking, a display of strength not meant for intimidation but as a testament to countless hours of dedication at the gym.

Of course, given who his opponent was, the chances of a successful attempt were extremely low. Valentine's bare upper body, exposed above his pants, exuded an extremely threatening aura. His broad shoulders and steel-like frame were tightly packed with muscles, leaving no gaps between them. His hanging arms likewise appeared to be forged from steel-like muscles that seemed impervious even to knife wounds, their power evident just from looking at them. His tall frame, standing just over 190 cm, maintained through at least two hours of intense exercise daily in the basement, was itself a terrifying weapon. What made it even more frightening was that, whether due to his height or his body's sle

At the same time, Adrian activated his Mayhem Physique. "What?!" Ralph was taken aback that Adrian could overpower him. "That's a level nine physique!" he exclaimed in disbelief. Physiques were divided into levels, with level one being the lowest and level nine the highest. Adrian's Mayhem Physique was level nine, so taking down Ralph was a piece of cake for him. "That's right!" Adrian said with a smile. Simultaneously, a surge of energy pulsed around his palm. With just a clench of his hand, it seemed as if he controlled everything in the universe.

The introduction went like this. Titan: My name's Titan. Fifteen. 80kg. 5 feet 4 inches. I know I'm fat, so don't dare talk behind my back about it or experience the most excruciating pain you've ever experienced in your entire life. This is not an empty threat, mind you. I'm effin serious. Next!

Hehehehe He was changing and he wasn’t wearing his shirt. “W-what?” He hastily put his shirt on and walked over. “Oh,” I kept staring at his torso and clicked my tongue. There was no need to hurry up and wear the shirt. But well, I still made sure to etch the image in my mind His broad shoulders, sculpted with defined muscles, tapered down to a trim waistline. The ripple of sinew and muscle adorned his arms, a result of rigorous training and the wielding of weaponry. Each movement he made seemed effortless and purposeful, a testament to his power and control over his body.