Goku Black Full Body Novels & Stories

said Ryu through the air. I was sure that it was him. Aside from my information, the details of his face are still familiar to me. Even physically, he changed a lot. He became manlier and more mature because of the black beard on his face and the developed muscles concealed by his black tuxedo. His towering height and his long black tresses made him look like a god of ancient Greece.

My eyes couldn't leave his perfectly sculpted body. His broad chest and black dragon tattoos adorned his shoulders down to his muscular arms, and then my eyes fell on his six-pack abs. And the V-line added a sexy touch. "You like?" His full lips grinned. His fingers unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper, revealing his black, bulging boxers. "Go on." I admire the muscles in his body that tighten with every move he makes. Now, the man wears only black boxers, revealing his athletic body..

The legends didn't do him justice - the Dragon God was even more beautiful in person. Staring at him, I could tell that beneath his perfect exterior, there lies a hidden strength just waiting to be unleashed. The Dragon God’s eyes glowed with a fierce crimson red, and his cropped black hair moved as if blown by the wind. The spikes along his fingers and arms appeared sharp and menacing, but he seemed like he could retract them with ease. If it weren't for the black pants he had on, he would have been fully nude, his muscular torso with the finest of hairs on full display.

He was only 25 or 26 years old and this was the first time he had encountered this. Thus, he panicked and let go of his hand subconsciously. The black-robed man was free. After this, he moved hundreds of meters back. His eyes looked like they belonged to a beast and they were staring fixedly at David. Just now, he did not notice when David appeared. This was a little scary. One had to know that the black-robed man was modified by Sangruil. After he was injected with the genes of a galaxy beast, his combat power had reached beginner Celestial Rank.

A black figure gradually came out of the flames. It was the Black Mountain Demon Emperor! He looked a little messy, and there were scars all over his body. But obviously, they were just skin trauma. His black armor was shining with a Saint-level gloomy air. His body swelled several times, and his whole head completely turned into the shape of an ox demon with a bloody mouth and scarlet pupils like burning flames. Now he simply looked like the most terrible nightmare. He laughed wildly. His black armor flickered in a dusky and lurid glow, erasing all his wounds in an instant and enable him to return to his peak state.

My hair fell over my face and tears threatened to betray my pride. Before I could think of what to do next, a roar that shook the ground beneath my feet sounded in the direction of Brax, and three bodies smashed into the wall almost crashing into Drake. Brax was partly shifted. Black scales covered his entire body. His eyes were glowing crystal blue with black slits for pupils. His mouth held rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth, ready to tear flesh from bone. His claws were razor sharp and at the ready.

I found his unbraided blue black hair comfortable but I wondered what he would look like if it was braided. The cursed king was seated in a lazy manner. A lady, dressed in pink was at his feet, placing portions of different meals in a plate. My eyes had connected with hers and the displeasure was out there for even the blind to see. It seemed forever before I stopped in front of Alpha Gohan. At a closer look, his eyes were hard, dangerous and unexpressive. His lips had thinned into a straight line. He didn't appreciate the interruption. If looks could kill, I would have died seconds ago.

The throbbing headache raving through my head suddenly disappeared as I feasted my gaze intently at him without any shame. It was taking everything to hold myself back from parting my mouth open in awe. I definitely wouldn't have been this dazed if he had managed to look a bit less hot than he is. Slowly, my gaze traveled from his face through his whole body to get a proper view. He was clad mysteriously in an all-black outfit, his hair deep black and slightly ruffled, amazing blue/green eyes, and perfectly structured jawline, his height and muscular arms were second to none, he had the looks of a complete Greek God.

They would not take us again. Ryu stepped in front of me, shielding me with his body, his snarl deep and monstrous. His transformation wasn’t just physical—it was mythic. His fur shimmered with both Alpha dominance and ancient magic. His muscles rippled with raw power, veins pulsing with a berserker rhythm that dared any man to cross him. "You want to see a beast break?" he growled at the approaching guards, his voice no longer human, no longer sane. "Then try and take her from me again."

"Dark skies, dewy sands, that's the Gerly Mountain. How did it crumble?" He walked towards the riverbank, his hands moving into the waters. He sent me a glare, and I lowered my gaze to his hand; it was blazing, more like deteriorating. His sinister aura cloaked the air around us, choking me as I gasped for air. "You let out Vala, the ancient one. So you know what that means?" His eyes began to glow, the cloak falling off his body. Damn, he is hot. I mean, his broad chest definitely spelled 5-star gym coach, those well-sculpted abs dripping with sweat, those masculine arms tense and firm like he was going to grab me at any moment. He would make a good stripper, I must say.