Killmonger Shirtless Novels & Stories

“Heard about Mickey. You dealt with him yet?” I sipped. “Permanently.” They grinned. Below us, Marcus emerged into the pit — shirtless, muscles rippling with every movement, the word “Hell” tattooed across his chest. The opposing fighter — a bit taller, leaner, with black ink across his jaw and neck — came from Rouder’s cult. Rouder wasn't present but I can see some of his men cheering from the crowd. Rouder wasn't exactly a friend, but we weren't at war either. The crowd roared as the bell rang, signaling that it was starting..

“An Alpha walking barefoot, and half naked?” “Well, I've never been one to give a damn about what people have to say.” “Whatever!” He rolled his eyes. The moonlight caught the sheen of sweat on his human form. He was wearing a thin singlet and ‘miraculously’ a crumpled shirt still clung to his arm. With a sigh, he peeled off the shirt.

Going down in a blaze of glory or something? He stripped his shirt off and laid it on his bag. He flexed his muscles as he kicked off his shoes. His track pants he left on for now. Menacing threats and intimidation were never as effective among men when naked with their pricks swinging about. Unless you're hung like Kody.

Several other shifters have blankets as well, some of them choosing to sit closer to the water than others. It’s cold, yet most of the males are shirtless, their shifter heat keeping them warm despite the wintry temperatures. Jake , Kev , and Jordan are all just in jeans, but they added boots for this afternoon’s event. So I feel a bit overdressed in my sweater, jeans, and boots. However, feeling Alpha Dirk’s eyes on me again, I’m glad to have a fabric shield. Being naked doesn’t usually bother me. I grew up around nudity. But

Eventually though, Chloe no longer felt his presence and forced herself to focus on what she was doing as the frigid winter air nipped at the parts of her flesh that her workout clothes didn't cover. "Chloe?" A familiar voice broke into the blonde's concentration about half an hour into their routine. Glancing up, Chloe was surprised to find Omar standing a few meters away. He was dressed like the rest of the guards in black combat pants, thick black coat and gloves. However, unlike the other men, he didn't look at any of the girls like he was a hungry dog and they were bits of meat. He almost seemed uncomfortable about being here and his green eyes fluttered away awkwardly when they made ey

I nod. When he doesn’t respond, I hesitantly look up through my lashes. His golden eyes travel slowly down my small body. My gaze drops to my chest. First my bra and underwear yesterday… and now just a plain white T-shirt. Great. I cross my arms and shift slightly to the side, silently praying the shirt isn’t see-through. “Then why are you wearing another wolf’s shirt?” he demands. I wince. “I… um… forgot to bring a change of clothes. I shredded my other ones when I shifted,” I admit honestly, feeling embarrassed.

“Couldn’t allow the bear eat you. I still need you around to annoy the heck out of me sometimes.” She snorted a laughter. “You and me both.” Her eyes fell to my naked upper body and the fruits and water I had gathered. “Again,Kaden,why are you shirtless? This doesn’t look like the Lodge mansion. One attack from these animals and you’d be dead.” “Firstly, we aren’t sure there are actual wild animals yet. Secondly, I had to climb some trees to go get these fruits you know. Why would I ruin a shirt worth twenty thousand dollars?”

When it was six o'clock, I pulled a shirt over my hostel shorts and pulled on a hoodie to go, I didn't know if I should wear my Nike or addidas slides. "We want checks not stripes, Fam", Malik said quoting a line from a rap sound. White tee, black hostel shorts, white Nike slides and a grey hoodie. Did someone say Monotone? Chidimma was already there, she fiddle with her fro as I walk towards her. She lifted her head to search for me I suppose and our eyes met, she smiled wrinkling her eyes and I notice a dimple on the left side of her lower lip. "You have a dimple?"

They sneered at me and made comments while his female fanbase looked on worriedly, telling him to be careful. I stripped out of my shirt and shoes, leaving me to fight in as little clothes as possible, allowing for less restricted movement. It also would allow me to shift if need be without shreds of clothing remaining and giving Viktor a weapon against me. Viktor, on the other hand, seemed to be dressed as a Mixed Martial Arts fighter, boots, gloves and all. "It's time to focus. Let everything go and let's beat this arsehole into the ground, literally." Titan's voice reverberated in my mind.

If her family had not thrown so many traps in my path, my claws would have uncovered the full truth behind the mysterious murder of my mother, Mcqueen Sterling, moons ago. I quickly turn my face away, forcing my silver eyes back onto the leather garments to avoid a scene. Right at my fingertips, I spot a soft, short-sleeved combat shirt dyed in deep sea-blue. Without wasting a sun-fragment, I yank it off the wooden peg and turn my boots toward the silver payment counter. All the tunics drawn by the Black Snake Vrig line are stitched to fit a warrior's frame without custom measurements, so my body has zero need to test the leather inside the changing den.