Douma Full Body Novels & Stories

The battle began both use their axes, it was brutal force battle both get injured but both continued exchanging blows until the end, both haves fun ,all the soldiers stopped fighting just to watch this two berserks fighting like fools and enjoying get injured, DOOM used a lava magic technique called the spark, this technique enrage his body and make him more stronger and he will not feel the pain for 30 second. DOOM plant his axe on DOGO's head, DOGO fell on his knees the north alliance army screamed : Whoaaaaaaaaaaa!! Enemy commander down. DOOM gives his order.while the enemy morale is decreased to 0. His forces eliminated DOGO army. The battle ended with a great win for the north alliance

I saw the Reaper only wearing clouds on his bottoms and his bare shining body screaming to my face. "I said I have a name," Doom complained, his face turned sour. He was sitting on a floating cloud couch. "What would you want me to do, 'Doom'?" I made an emphasis on his name. He's too obsessed with that name. "Also, for starters, I am not comfortable seeing you naked when we are alo—" in a snap, Doom was instantly wearing a black and white Reaper suit.

I followed the scent and stopped short when I saw who it was. Damon. He'd taken off the tank top he was wearing earlier. Completely shirtless now. Standing very close to the rain. His muscles glistened under the water. His abs were tight and defined. His shoulders were broad. His chest was perfectly sculpted. The water that touched his body traced every line and curve of his body. His hair was dark and a little wet, falling over his forehead. His eyes, deep and slightly intimidating, glowed under the dim outdoor light.

Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand. Damon's hair was cropped close to his head, emphasizing the sharp lines of his features. The sun glinted off his skin, highlighting the definition of his muscles beneath the fitted t-shirt he wore, which clung to his chest and arms in a way that showcased his physique without being overly tight. His jeans were well-worn and fit him perfectly, completing the look of effortless cool.

My soul jumps out of my body. Damon sat in the dark end of the room watching the troops walk through from the giant windows, with a dagger in hand. He wore shorts made of fur and nothing and could see the lines and scars from war scattered all over his back and lower waist, his wounds were not all healed and traces of blood could be seen from the tips of a few cuts.

He smirks, pulling away from her. As he peels off his bathrobe, Lana's eyes widen, and she bites her inner cheek, attempting to quell her heightened arousal. Momentarily dazed, she swallows as her gaze fixates on his powerful physique. His sculpted muscles ripple beneath his smooth, tanned skin, and his broad shoulders taper down to a well-defined waist, showcasing his strength and athleticism. Damon senses Lana's intense gaze tracing over his body as he strides towards the tub in the center of the bathing chamber, and a broad smile spreads on his face. He wonders how his little mate will handle being in Heat throughout the Full Moon because he plans to keep her beside him.

Her lips shook, voice barely there. "Mom." Matilda froze, then broke down, clutching Sienna like she'd never let go. "Sienna! My Sienna! You're finally awake!" Desmond just cried silently, trying and failing to wipe the tears fast enough. Doctors and nurses swarmed the room, buzzing to see the miracle firsthand. On the sidelines, Ms. Deinert wore her calm little smile, but her eyes pinned me. Message received. This was it. The performance. The fake awakening.

“Gator, this is Nya,” Slate, the dragon king, said as Nya followed him over to where the others were training. The fellow in question, a ginormous man, only an inch or so shorter than Slate himself, with massive, bulging muscles, was dressed all in black, a similar outfit to the one Slate always wore, except there were no red accents. Gator eyed Nya for a moment, his eyes traveling from her head to her toes and then back again. He nodded, his dark, shoulder-length hair swaying slightly with the movement of his head. “Nya?” he questioned.

Swollen from hours of use. Damon stepped back. His eyes raked over her naked body like he wanted to memorize every curve. He stripped off his own clothes. Revealing that powerful physique again. Broad shoulders. Chiseled abs. And his cock. Thick and fully erect. Veins pulsing along the shaft. The head already leaking precum. “Spread your legs for me, Ava. Show me that pretty cunt.”

Body, mind, and soul. The end game had begun.