Bakugo Skull Shirt Novels & Stories

A coat of arms between his shoulder blades. A red tinted shield with what looked like a bear standing proud on its hind legs. I couldn’t stop staring at it. Down his chest, he had a sword. The hilt of it just reached the bottom of his neck, the handles spreading over his heart and pecs. The blade travelled down through the valleys created by his muscles. I was hypnotised. Before I got any ideas about him being my mystery man, I soon noticed every Rogue in the bunker sported bite marks and scratches.

She's in her bathing chamber changing while I impatiently wait. A gentle blush covers her cheeks and the tops of her breasts when she comes out. She's breathtaking. Her hair is down as I requested. The material shimmers around her legs without showing too much flesh until she walks closer. The white leather belt that holds the material has only thin strips at her hips. The skirt parts and shows bare skin on the sides of her thighs. The breast piece is the same white leather with jewels surrounding the edges that barely cover her. I want the dragons to see my marks and know who she belongs to.

The Crismon warrior pack, one of the most substantial packs in America just my luck. I came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around the lower part of my body. I looked around to see what time it was.... fuck I need to buy a digital clock. I went into one of my bags and brought it out with boxers and clothes. I started changing into my skull long sleeves and black punk emo pants with chains on the side. Of course, I bring my weapons to school. I wear combat boots and am stuck inside a silver knife. I place my pure white contactless on help sell that I'm blind as I put on my favorite sunglass that was made to look like blind man glass. I slung my backpack and headed downstairs. I had a t

She wore a scowl that Kronos suspected was usual for her. She had piercing blue eyes, a large nose and small rounded ears. Runes were engraved on her skin, a characteristic only those of Augar Giant Tribe descent shared. She wore a breastplate made out of bear skin. It covered the entire front and back side, but the attachment straps leave the sides under the arms exposed. She also wore a chainmail skirt and a pair of boots made out of wolf fur.

“Aegis!” The dark green jewels that were the skull’s eyes glowed, while a dull yellow translucent shield with green streaks like veins formed around Nozomi and Hikaru. It was just big enough to surround them. No matter how hard the monsters tried to push against the shield, it did not budge. Instead, Hikaru felt a mental pressure like someone was trying to break through his skull. Now that Hikaru could catch a breather, he properly looked for a way out again. He could barrel through the monsters now but what about his get-up? He would draw attention. If only he could go up.

He was a prisoner in a student’s skin. Though he walked with his chin high, his broad shoulders squared in open defiance, the True Alpha aura radiating from him was heavy, suffocating, and deeply scarred by the violence of the past days. He wore a dark, heavy hoodie, but as he adjusted the strap of his backpack, the fabric of his sleeve slid back slightly. Avery caught a glimpse of the raw, blistered skin wrapping around his thick wrist—the distinct, ugly chemical burns left behind by the silver shackles in the King's subterranean compound.

Four crescent moons faced the four basic directions and in the center was a diamond. Bryant Grevalli of Madfur Okami pack stuns up in his three-piece suit. Gray outer, darker silver vest, and a maroon inner sleeve. So as his trousers were colored gray. His pitch-black hair was brushed sideway formal style and his thick brows matched his fashion taste. On the same side where pack emblems are stitched, Madfur’s double slanting crescents led by an astra.

Initially, I couldn’t recognize him at all. I had always seen him with his hair down, always eclipsing his forehead, but this time half of his hair was tied in a small ponytail and the rest flowed till his nape. He was wearing a loose white shirt tucked in his black ankle banded viking pants. He wore warlock boots that reached till his shin. A black belt around his pants and a brown leather backpack on his back. His backpack was larger than mine and looked heavier, too. He squinted his blue eyes and looked at me from top to bottom.

“Or would you rather I trussed you up, tossed you over my shoulder and we played out my pirate and the wench fantasy?” Skylar’s mind created the image of Kade in a billowy white shirt, his gleaming chest muscles rippling like the sea. Knee-high glossy black boots gave way to tight breeches, which accentuated the size of his big…sword. His visage was topped off with a silky black eye patch and a shark-like smile.

I half wondered why the scent was so familiar, and perhaps if I had paid more attention to the scent, the next few minutes of my life would have made more sense. An enemy jumped at me with his claws bared, screaming as he fought with me. He was a beta, and fighting him off was not very easy, until finally I ripped him apart. Maybe it was sheer boredom, or maybe I was simply happy that I now had the scent of my enemy, but I bent down to inspect the body, that was when I saw the T-shirt he wore underneath his black cloak. It had the Bahki emblem.