Goku Black Full Body Novels & Stories

“I know I am in the wrong, please forgive me!” In his bone-chilling fear, Gamma Kevin has reverted to his human form. He pants in fear. All that bravado is long gone. A massive figure stands in front of him. I only see the endless muscular expanse of his back. The telltale sign of his dusty red cloak adorned with black fur makes me freeze. He wears a silk black suit underneath to match. Slowly, the figure bends down and with practiced elegance grabs Gamma Kevin by the front of his shirt. He had picked up Gamma Kevin as if he weighed nothing.

Even from this close Seanah can't see any scratches or imperfections on his god like face. He is wearing all black jacket and thick pants something like dress pants with shirt underneath...both sleeves rolled up showing his muscles slightly. His hands are wrapped up in black gloves. He is strong . One can easily tell that. But he doesn't have brick like muscles all over his body like the fighters on the TV. In fact he has just the right amount of muscles on him. Maybe he doesn't have any meat but all muscles. And that definitely is not the point, his overall aura is enough to choose people him as stronger even than the fighters on the TV .

Zayn took a glance at Romel nonchalantly then chased after the Black Mamba. The Black Mamba utilized his secret technique that increased his power to 150% which would also exhaust his body completely. He would only recover with a few months of recuperation, but he could no longer care about this anymore at this point. He simply wanted to live. “You won’t be able to run away.” He had already run out of the ring and was charging toward the exit when he heard Zayn’s voice. He was scared out of his wits.

But he didn't seem weak from being trapped. Instead, he looked incredibly powerful. His body seemed full of energy. Dark energy surrounded him like a glowing cloud. His eyes...oh boy, his eyes were all black. No white or colored part, just a deep darkness. He had done something to himself. Something terrible. "Hello, Tate Mikelson." His voice echoed across the temple grounds, cutting through the sounds of battle. "At last we meet on equal ground. On sacred ground." "There's nothing equal about this," I shot back, moving forward. Mathias and Daxon flanked me, both shifted back to human form now, naked and dangerous.

He shouted, Kuya Lucian was suddenly enveloped in black Energia, followed by the darkening of the sky and a weak earthquake.  In just a few moments, the black Energia wrapped around Kuya Lucian turns to ashes and that's when I saw a man, quite slim, 5'8 in height and with gray hair, with serious eyes, a pointed nose , kissable lips, beautiful jaw line, slightly pointed chin, and it has pointed ears like elves, it wears war armor, it has four wings, the right one is white and the other one is black left, who is it?

There was a black oppressive aura waiting for them at the end of the tunnel. BANG! There was an explosion at the end of the road. A giant golem with a black body and silver-colored hands had just hit the rock so hard that it sounded like an explosion. All over the golem body was protruding pointy rocks pointing outward. The Golem's body looked tough, sharp, and ready to destroy anything. His eyeballs were blood red with yellow irises. Its size was so large that humans could die from being trampled by the soles of its feet as wide as a train locomotive.

His expression was pale. [Go again!] Others had already returned their attention to their games. Nozomi changed into her dark form and appeared inches before his face within a split a second. “I guess I am.” “WARGHHHH!” Goro fell and scrambled away as much as he could with his legs that had turned into jelly. “Let me help.” Nozomi stepped forward in her normal form.

His presence fills the doorway completely, blocking out the gray morning light behind him until he becomes a silhouette against the world outside. He’s dressed in all black. Black jeans that fit like they were tailored specifically for his body. Black boots that have been use but are well-maintained. A black shirt that clings to a torso made of sharp lines and silent violence, the fabric stretched across muscles that shift and bunch with predatory grace.

He knocks three times and waits, but when the seconds tick by and he gets no response, he knocks four more times, seconds away from giving up. The door swings open, revealing Andi, moist from the shower he’d just hopped out of in a hurry. “River, you’re here.” Andi announces and River smiles. River couldn’t help but stare at the man’s body, all chiseled and cut. Taut from his consistent visits to the gym, three times per week. River’s eyes widen the moment his eyes drift lower and a minute gasp escapes his parted lips when a rather distinct bulge below the white towel reveals itself. River’s eyes remained glued to it, unable to stop gawking with his eyes bulged and his lips parted.

I got closer to the gym hall entrance and the sounds of the equipment filled everywhere. I walked in and I saw Big Kai's men working out. I looked around and my eyes fell on HIM. He is holding a gun in his hand, fixing it while talking to one of his men. My heart fluttered as I took in his physique. Shirtless. Grey sweatpants, black durag, and black leather gloves. His shirtless body is a sight. It is replaying last night's hot event in my head right now. Those abs are inside. Biceps and torso.