Romans & histoires Goku Black Skin

A terrifying, Purple-skinned god. ​He stood nearly eight feet tall, his frame so massive he had to duck under the warehouse beams. He was bare-chested, showing off a torso that looked like it was forged in a furnace. Every muscle was defined, trailing down into a low-slung leather harness that did nothing to hide the heavy bulge between his legs. His skin was dusted with fine, shimmering scales at the shoulders, and his eyes were glowing slits of molten gold. ​"You touch what is mine again," the giant rumbled, his voice a deep, tectonic vibration that made my teeth ache, "and I will peel the skin from your meat."

Impossible to ignore. The black-eyed soldier possessed olive-toned skin and an intimidating presence with rough edges. The gray-eyed man was different. His skin was the rich color of dark chocolate, making those silver-gray eyes seem almost unnatural. Long dark hair had been tied into a half-bun. Strong shoulders and a powerful physique are visible even beneath his clothing.

Why he was interested in my mother, I couldn't tell but it didn't look as though he wished us harm or else he would have let Rakesh kill me before. "Who are you?" I questioned with a frown. I was still a little bit dizzy from the lack of blood but the Ancient One's ancestry within me seemed to aid me in recovering faster. Though perhaps not as fast as I had seen Rakesh heal. He gave me no reply and although I wasn't pleased with being ignored, I took the time to study the man some more. I noticed that the man's skin wasn't pale like Rakesh and Eris' skin had been, it was far more bronzed skin tone. Mine was tanned but not as dark as he was. The hair on his head was dark black, much like my o

“Let me see your wound, Asura.” Asura complied. She lowered her hand for a moment so Aven could clearly see how badly injured Ebu Gogo's bite was. The wound wasn't very deep, but big enough and nearly fatal. The skin on the injured neck was torn quite wide and there was something that made the wound not red, but rather black. That's definitely not a good sign. “Your wound is almost black!” Aven looked at Asura with great concern. “We better hurry to find the others and provide immediate help for this wound of yours! Come on, Asura!”

His face is still impassive even as I faintly hear snickering around the bridge. Keyan is an older Galdrian with a pale blue skin color. His face is completely covered in darker freckles, wrinkles and a long dark green beard speckled with grey. His clean shaven, freckled head shines in the faint light of the bridge. Keyan always says that one day he woke up and all his hair had fallen from the top of his head down to his chin and never came back. He always knows how to lighten the mood on the bridge, and he always does it with a straight face.

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.

Bang! Bang! Both the guards fell to the ground. A black figure stood beside Gon. He was wearing a black mask and black cap, so no one could see his face. But Gon knew… who was standing beside him. It was difficult for him to digest the fact… Together, they both took down each guard one by one. Gon was surprised by the black figure’s mercilessness and on the other hand, Lee Kang Jun wasn’t less amused by seeing Gon’s swift and smooth fighting skills. If possible, he wanted him to join his team.

Black's attention. With his meticulously groomed, dark hair, glowing olive skin, thick brows crowning striking blue eyes, and a jawline as sharp as a sculpture's chisel, Eric Black was a man designed to stir desire. His full lips, ever-curved in a confident smirk, held an unspoken promise of indulgence and satisfaction.

Compared to ordinary people, he could see even deeper. Therefore, he could tell at a glance that Kun Ku's combat strength was very amazing! However, when attention placed on Kun Ku's opponent, his face changed slightly. He wore a long black robe that was as black as ink. His entire body, including his head, was completely wrapped up, with only two palms visible. Those two hands were as skinny as firewood, as if they were old men. However, the one who could stand here and fight was definitely not an old man.

Eriyumilai stood proudly between Blake’s legs. Eriyumilai’s sleek, muscular frame was now clad in matching black armor, intricately designed to complement Blake’s suit. The armor was both elegant and functional, with sharp, angular lines that mirrored the pup’s natural strength and agility. Spikes adorned his shoulders, and the chest plate gleamed with a polished finish, offering protection while enhancing his intimidating presence. The pup’s eyes, still bright with youthful energy, now held a fierce determination, his sharp teeth barely visible beneath the armor that covered his strong, battle-ready jaw.