Mangles Full Body Novels & Stories

I feel like a madman and suddenly I'm wearing too much clothes and so is he, my hands moved around quickly, tearing, pulling and slashing at whatever piece of fabric that stood between me feeling his naked warm body on mine and he did not stop me, simply shifted his body to give me better access to do what I pleased, I am quite surprised with myself to be doing something like this so boldly even though this is all new to me but it does not dampen my mood or slow me down for a second. "" Mmmmm "" his body feels so good against mine, man is he ripped! he's about 6ft 4" and pure muscle and all man, he definitely works out his legs too, I take him in, he's Brown skin with Brown eyes with streaks

The shadows exploded outward, swallowing the room in a suffocating wave of cold. The torches flickered wildly before snuffing out, plunging them into near darkness. Elia clutched Elizabeth tightly to her chest, backing away as Magnus’s body convulsed, his form twisting unnaturally. His once-familiar features contorted with something inhuman, veins pulsing like blackened roots under his skin. Derek gritted his teeth and moved between Magnus and the others, summoning his power in an instant. His hands glowed with crackling energy, ready to strike if needed. “Magnus, listen to me! You can fight this—”

He moves effortlessly as if he is dancing and I just stop on my tracks. There is no wonder why a flock of women are willing to breed for him if it means having some of that body. This is not a man that lifts weight in front of a mirror. That is a man that lifts rogues and breaks them in half. He is big but not big enough to make him slow. His body is the perfect mixture of power and agility. Magnus is dangerous. Hot and dangerous. “Glad to see you come around.” “He is hot, I give you that. That doesn’t make him less of an asshole.”

I even not dressed properly and he doesn't like when I'm wearing makeup I can't even imagine what he is thinking when he saw me half-naked by Manny. - "What's so rush Maggie who is burning?" Manny looked confused but then he sniffed the air and his all body tensed. Slowly he turned around from me and looked through a window where was standing Jack. Manny suddenly changed so much that I couldn't help and stare at him. His grey t-shirts almost tore off when his muscles grew stronger, especially his biceps. His sweet brown eyes changed became misty. He was standing here with his harsh chin which was hidden by a beard, his tattoos which covered from his fingers to his neck now made him scary. I

He snarls and kicks to attack my face, but fails. My fingers wrap around the bottom part of his jaw, the other taking a painful slice from the top half of his jaw as I place my hand and with an ease as simple as pulling velcro apart, I rip his jaw in half. Warm blood splatters across my face, my hands covered in red as I drop the mangy body to my side as I step forward, waiting gleefully for the next one to experience my wrath.

Rage, training, and raw primal force burned through us, and Nyx lunged at him again. The fight exploded into chaos. The room became a cage too small for our fury. We crashed through the wall, spilling out into the night under the moon's cold, watchful eye. Nyx's claws raked across Magnus's thick pelt, letting out a bloody canyon on his shoulder. He snarled, a sound of pure, unadulterated pain, and his massive jaw snapped on empty air as Nyx ran out of the way.

But so am I. My feet land lightly, and I roll to the side, springing back up with ease. My body doesn’t feel human anymore. The shift I’ve pulled is partial, but it’s enough to feel every muscle, every tendon, stretch and ripple with unnatural strength. Magnus, undeterred, comes at me again, this time faster, more aggressive. He lunges again, his jaws snapping, and I see it coming. I twist to the side, but he anticipates my movement this time and swipes his claws down at me, catching my arm.

Only when Isabella found her release would he grant himself his own. The aroma created by their bodies rubbing together filled his nostrils and brought his movements to a more and more frantic pace. Had she still been human she would have perceived his movements as a mere blur, and the wildness with which he drove into her would have injured her delicate female flesh. But now she had no such limitations. She reacted to him in the same out of control way. Her fingernails had turned into claws and were digging deep into his back, while her hips slammed into him with unrestrained need.

Mj clawed at her skin as the sensation became almost painful and hair burst from her scalp so quickly the ends whipped her face. As Mj dropped to the dirt breathing so heavily she was groaning the entire group around her was silent, her hair had come back but instead of the golden blonde color it had been it was now a deep shade of red, almost the same as a rich red wine when the sun shines through it. Her body was limp on the ground while Dante continued to groan in pain, Ace tried to pick him up but was unable to guide him while he writhed in pain.

​Katerina stood in the doorway, her breath hitching in her throat, her eyes never drifting away from the sight before her. Xavier was there, stripped to a grey, sweat-drenched tank top that clung to the sculpted broad back. Every time he threw a punch, the muscles in his shoulders rippled effortlessly. He looked so hot; strong, and terrifyingly focused. ​She found herself ogling the way the sweat tracked down his neck, disappearing into the dark fabric. The only sound was the violence of his fists against the boxing bag. ​"I don't, like being stared at Katerina, i know your there" Xavier rumbled without breaking his rhythm.