Itachi Full Body Novels & Stories

Incognito II The creature was in the figure of a man, but his features were strikingly different. He stood tall, around six feet, with a muscular build that exuded both power and grace. His skin had a subtle, dusky tone, and his eyes were a piercing, ice-blue that seemed to glow with an inner light. His hair, thick and raven-black, framed a face that was both rugged and handsome, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline.

As the white smoke mixed with dust faded, they could see from a distance that someone was still standing in the center of the blast crater. "You think you can kill me that easily?!" Maghanada Indrajit climbed out of his host's body. The demon let the human die with a body full of wounds. The true figure of Maghanada Indrajit was a large, burly black creature with dense black energy enveloping its body. Asura and Ki Janggan Nayantaka could not clearly see the huge figure, but they knew that the pressure of Maghanada Indrajit's energy had suppressed their bodies and the entire surrounding area.

I had slipped my shirt over my head and shimmied out of the pants and underwear, liking the way his gaze roamed my body. Jon’s tan and chiseled body was something to behold, that reminding me of the Greek titan Atlas the way his muscles glistened. His waive silver hair was unnatural almost, a stark contrast from his youthful features and physique. His green eyes crinkled at the sides with a smile, making him look more friendly than the deadly assassin he was underneath. He pulled his shirt over his head to join me naked, scooping me up with one swoop and almost slamming me onto the small twin bed in this room.

Kaito called out while dragging a bloodied, limp waiter… I mean the assassin- his eyes wild with rage and bloodlust. Hawk nodded before pulling Charlotte and me into his big embrace. He conversed a little with Kaito in Italian, and then Kaito flashed one smile I had never seen on him. It was jarring, cold, lifeless. Like a whole other entity had just possessed his body. He looked empty. Like a demon sent to haunt all the living. “This motherfucker and I have a lot to talk about!”

"... I didn't expect it to be under such... delicate circumstances." Icarus, as always, didn't move. He didn't need to. He wore stillness like a crown, like armor forged from shadows themselves. His suit, dark as obsidian and dangerous as a whispered sin, wrapped his body with predatory precision. Each line, each fold, seemed sculpted to tempt destruction. A single black button fastened across his chest, framing the subtle ridge of muscle beneath, as if daring me to imagine how easily it might come undone.

Just then, Suzaku suddenly took a step forward and grabbed him by the neck. She had a height of five foot six, she looked gorgeous in her black bodycon suit as well, as if she was the goddess desired by all incels. However, in the eyes of the male martial artist, she was as terrifying as the Grim Reaper at the moment. An extremely powerful force was actually hidden inside her slender body, she could lift the man up with one arm. “You deserve to die for insulting Tristan!” Suzaku’s cold voice rang in the male martial artist’s ears.

What they took didn't even made a dent on the towering piles of the alien ores. Perhaps the most disturbing of all that Tirana saw was the pilot of the spacecraft itself. The pilot was humanoid, but not quite. Its body was completely dark silver with menacing spikes jutted out on its shoulders. The head was featureless except for intricate pattern that Tirana couldn't make out the details from where she stood.

Kiran seemed like a meditative monk, isolated from the outside world. With hands clasped, Lilian silently prayed for Kiran to react and escape. "Let's go to hell together, Kiran!" Kanpei Ichiro shouted as he sprinted toward Kiran. His black figure stood out in the white light, resembling a black sword against the radiant background. His face twisted into a fierce and malevolent expression.

“Are you Hayate?” Hayate nodded. “Yes. I’m Hayate.” Jai stared at him up and down. This man had orange eyes and dark hair, and a big scar on the right side of his face. The dark top and dark grey camo pants, along with dark boots that looks durable and tight. These clothes don’t make him look like a kidnapper, nor his face. Jai doesn’t know how to describe his face, but Hayate sure a good looking guy. But something made Jai frown. ‘Isn’t Hayate a ginger?’

Says General Tenshi fraternal twin brother to Tirchi. Literally yin and yang by their appearance. Tirchi has cropped short jet-black hair and a dusky brown muscular toned body, with a nasty eye scar, no doubt from after many years of training for and engaging in war. General Tenshi has ethereal angelically white long flowing hair with a samurai’s top knot tied. Trying not to stare it is not hard to figure out he is an albino. Undoubtably why his name means angel, in Japanese. He is definitely as close to perfect in every sense of the word. Physically he does not come across as a gym rat or anyone who spent a significant amount of time training for battle. But being a witch or a hybrid doesn’