Itachi Full Body Novels & Stories

It took a long time before the outward streaming light gradually withdrew into Ding Hao's body. He was stark naked, tall and muscular, with every inch of his skin crystal clear like jade, as if carved out of mutton suet or white jade—perfect and filled with an indescribable beauty. His physique was totally flawless, with every aspect in the ideal golden ratio. Under the bright sunshine, he resembled a God of War. Evil Moon was also deeply shocked by what it was witnessing. It was as if this young man had concentrated every perfection in the world on his body.

Two days later, Victor stood before the full-length mirror in his bedroom, adjusting the pristine cuffs of his midnight-black suit. The tailored Italian fabric hugged his broad shoulders and tapered perfectly at his narrow waist, highlighting the lean, muscular physique he'd maintained through rigorous training. Five years of rebuilding himself had transformed his body into a weapon—efficient, powerful, and deadly. His facehad hardened into sharp angles and shadowed hollows. A thin scar traced his jawline, barely visible unless you knew to look for it. His dark eyes reflected nothing, giving away none of the storm that raged within him.

Right off the treadmill and onto the blessedly soft mat behind it. My eyes close since I expect pain, but what I get is Dante’s large body cushioning my fall. I collapse on top of him, my hair in my mouth and my hands splayed over the firmest chest in North America. My palms are spread over his pectoral muscles, and I still can’t entirely cover those things. The man looks like Khal Drogo from Game of Thrones, and my whole face goes nuclear. He is fucking grinning. “Like my chest, Jennie?”

Thane’s body shuddered violently. Then the glow in his eyes flickered, and he went limp. The battle was over. Kyrex released his grip and stepped back, breathing heavily. He turned to me, eyes glowing faintly red. 'It’s done.' I nodded. 'Good work, Ky.' His form shimmered and dissolved into black mist, returning to the tattoo on my wrist. I stepped forward, approaching Thane’s body. His massive form began to shrink, and his fur retracted until his human form emerged. He lay sprawled on the ground, covered in blood, his chest rising weakly.

Sheen, He remembered her name by the memory of the real Kana, sheis his personal servant, She stays with him the whole time. "Sheen, hand me a mirror." Kana ask in his soft, mellow voice. Sheen immediately gave it to him. Kana was mesmerized when he saw his appearance. His face is the same, but his body is more of a feminine, his long soft and smooth hair cascading on his back. His white porcelain skin, almost hairless body. His body on year 2020 is far different in this body. His abs was gone, his perfectly tone muscles as a fruit of his rough training was were also gone!

Tony Kaymaer roared, a sound that made me cover my ears in pain as it reverberated through the empty battle planet. His form contorted as he grew larger. He was now bony, his skin stretched across his lanky frame. His skin was obsidian black, absorbing all light that came into contact with it. The three shards fused, into one bigger one and went through his chest. The amount of energy he was releasing was so large, that it felt oppressive. I felt dizzy already and looked beside me to see Míriel unconscious. Zeus sat back, regrowing his arm and watching the battle that was about to unfold.

Cardan had taken his top off. His shirt lay properly folded on a bench, leaving every sculpted line of his torso to the open. Broad shoulders. Muscles carved sharp enough to belong in a marble statue. A chest that belonged to a beast and nipples that stood out due to the cold AC. His body was marked by scars that somehow made him look even more untouchable. And his abs… well, let’s just say the faint V disappearing beneath his sweats wasp enough to have me considering the possibility that this man was succubus!

My stomach twists with guilt so intense it’s nauseating. Astaroth steps closer, cupping his hand under Scarlett, his gaze tracking the drops of blood as they rise from Scarlett’s skin, floating toward him, and the moment they touch his palm, the change begins. His form shimmers, his usual shifting, shadowy shape locking into something solid. His features sharpen. High cheekbones, a strong jawline, dark, intelligent eyes. His lips curl into an almost-smile as the transformation finalizes. His body becomes defined, clothed in dark, fitted fabric. His hair falls in waves, framing a face that, under any other circumstances, might have been called striking. Astaroth stretches his fingers, flexing

He twisted himself onto his back before sitting up against the headboard, then looked around the room for Kenchiki but didn't see him anywhere, concluding that he left while he was sleeping Yoshiki got up to take a shower and leave as well. Entering the bathroom, Yoshiki looked at his new body with interest. He was approximately 6.2 ft, with back hair, and brown eyes that were so light they looked almost golden, with high cheekbones and a sharp jaw. He was the definition of elegant with his clock tattoo on the side of his neck. Noticing the pillow stuffing in his hair, he pulled them out before he turned towards the shower to shower. Coming out of the shower, he found fresh clothes on top of

I asked with a scoff. "I'll do it," he replied, his breathing picked up. He took off his shirt. He got on his feet and took off his trousers. I stare at him. As soon as he was completely naked, I couldn't help but stare at him. He covers his body from my view. His hair covers his whole face like a Japanese BL actor. Cute. "You look good this way," I said. "Won't you help me get undressed?" I asked. He looks up at me.