Mangles Full Body Novels & Stories

Their lips never leave each other. Morrigan could feel her bodice coming loose as Colfre's hands focuses on untangling the strings of it. Allowing her body to breathe. And the next moment she knew her bodice fell flat on the ground with a soft thud, and Colfre's warm hand caresses her bareback. She pushes her hand in his shirt, pushing his tunic away from his torso. Stripping it off him. Their bare chests crashed each other. Colfre groaned as their bodies touch. Morrigan smiled at the thought of how she could make such an effect on him. Colfre reached towards the waist of her skirts, Morrigan helped him to remove the layers of skirts she wears. Till she has nothing on but a sheer skirt.

You've been deceiving me this whole time when Maeve was already dead. Agony was written all over Magnus' face as he shoved past the spectating crowd and rushed into the house, where my body was curled up the way it had been the night he came home. The only difference was that it was now heavily decomposed and gave off an overwhelming, putrid stench. The lingering agony of the wolfsbane eating away at my flesh was permanently etched into my face, leaving my features frozen in a horrific, stiff contortion. Without even caring about the smell, Magnus dropped to his knees and pulled my rotting body tightly into his arms.

I shouted, pointing a finger at him with wide eyes open, utterly panicked. “Morana? You’re here!” He stopped what he was doing and stood on the bathtub with that freakish smile on his face. “What’s it is nothing I’ve never seen before,” he claimed before stepping out of the tub and approaching me to engulf me in a big bear hug, which was funny considering that he was in my body that far from being bulky. “You’re so smug, huh? You think you’re all that?” I annoyingly exclaimed while I tried to push him away, but he tightened his hold on me so much that his nails were digging into my skin.

I shivered and gripped Magnus’s shoulders as Kane nipped the nape of my neck, my hips grinding into Magnus. Kane moved behind me so he was kneeling on the floor between Magnus’s legs. With the way we were positioned we were all at the perfect angle. If only we were already naked. I was about to shift so I just pull off my pants when Magnus Tightened his grip and me and Kane extended his laws, moving them up the seam of my jeans and cutting me out of the material. I shivered and moaned softly as his claws grazed my skin hard enough to raise red welts but it was the best kind of sting.

They were outmatched; their weapons were useless against these abominations. "We need to regroup," Magnus ordered, his voice steady but urgent. "Fall back and find another way to fight them." But the creatures seemed to sense his intention. The moment he spoke, they lunged forward as one, their movements synchronized and terrifyingly fast. Magnus swung his sword again, trying to keep them at bay, but it was like fighting shadows. One of the beasts lashed out, its clawed hand raking across his chest. He felt a sharp pain as the claws tore through his shirt, leaving three deep gashes on his skin.

The entire space seemed to tremble under the force of this aura. Marsh was equally unyielding. His eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, and a low growl rumbled from his throat, like a battle song from the ancient wilderness. His muscles tensed, and beneath his clothes, fur seemed to be trying to break through his skin, and veins bulged on his arms. He also released his Alpha aura, clashing and pressing against Zander's power in the air, forming an invisible vortex of energy. Zander moved like lightning, rushing towards Marsh. His arm began to slightly transform as he swung, his hands becoming broader, nails growing long and sharp like hooks, whistling through the air as he aimed a vicious str

[Mimic Monster Body Slam]: Use your grotesque body to slam your foe with all of its weight. [Mimic Monster Body Projectile]: Detach your own body parts and use them as launchable projectiles. [Organic Stone Shell Creation]: Naturally grow organic stone shell resembling bricks, enhance defense. [Inner Flesh Manipulation]: Acquire the ability to manipulate your own flesh to an extent. [Tentacle Extension]: Extend the tentacles produced in your body to ridiculous sizes. [Stealth]: Utilize mana to reduce your own presence. [Camouflage]: Utilize mana to camouflage within your surroundings, which might temporarily change the color of your skin.

Everywhere was now covered in the fog of smoke, off-white, hazy and vile smelling. "Hey, will you be a little less rough?!" A man approached with something looking like mud. Ick! What the hell was he planning on doing with that? "What the f***!" I exclaimed when Ragna dumped a slob into my hair. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" "Shut the f*** up and keep still. " I went completely stock-still then. I watched as he smeared the dirt looking mud slob over the entirety of my skin, turning me into those forest wildlings that looked dirty, lost and just savage.

An enchanter would be deathly afraid of facing off against a combat mage because by the time he raised his hand he would not have known how he'd died. Whenever combat mages reinforce their bodies with mana, it gives them the strength to lift tons and agility enough to move faster than the speed of sound. Combat mages have strong physical bodies because they train their body to handle the stress of Mana reinforcement. As a result, they can take extensive amounts of damage without getting injured in the slightest. They can also wave their hands and make rainfall and seas dry up and even outperform some enchanters or Alchemists.

Another rogue leaped through the shattered window, then another. My body reacted on its own when I smelled the obscene stench behind me, and felt the growling that vibrated the floor. Magic instinctively welled up inside of me, blistering hot as it crackled down my arms and into the rogue. My punch knocked it back at least five feet, igniting its fur as if it were covered in oil. Atlas doused the fire I had created, and I turned just in time to watch a rogue sink its teeth into the muscle of his shoulder.