Meliodas Physique Novels & Stories

could form, another rose first and stronger: How did God create him? Thick dark brows shadowed eyes the color of fresh blood, predator-red, unblinking, staring into the soul as though it already belonged to him. His skin was deeply tanned, stretched tight over muscle that looked forged rather than grown. A heavy beard framed a jaw sharp enough to cut, and pale scars crossed his bare chest like the map of every war he had survived. He sat on the edge of the bed like a true warlord, and the room itself seemed to shrink around him. “Rudela! Now!”

Both men, being the most muscular, largest and sexiest beings and at the peak of even their physical abilities, were perfect and beautiful men. Selene Regis was a white marble man, red eyes and vertical pupils, long red hair, pointed ears, his body was hairless, smooth, in addition to long straight red hair, he had the power to walk in sunlight. , could transform into an immense and muscular black bat, he was muscular, tall and defined, a true god, in addition to being 2 meters tall.

"Unit 88. You are clear to engage. Objective: Retrieval. Minimum force required to incapacitate." From the shadows of the helicopter’s hold, a figure stepped out. He was massive—easily seven feet tall, but unlike Kazi, his bulk was pure, distorted biology. He was shirtless, his skin a deep, obsidian black that seemed to absorb the light around him. His muscles weren't natural; they were bunched and twisted like knotted cables under his skin. He wore a heavy, reinforced version of the silver collar, and his eyes were covered by a sleek, black visor that fed data directly into his brain.

Well, he may be used to it, because he’s been fighting many times, I guess. The tension inside was getting heavier as Linus stepped up in the cage. His opponent who is taller than him keeps on jumping as he wiggles his hands. His opponent has the physique of a bodybuilder, but it was close to Linus' physique. Linus is tall, had broad shoulders, eight packs abs, perfect V-line—an epitome of a Greek-God-like creature. A body that a woman could die for.

His pale skin gleamed in the candlelight, highlighting the powerful muscles of his torso and arms. As he approached the dais, Isla could see that intricate patterns had been painted on his chest and shoulders—symbols similar to those carved into the stone of the Den, rendered in what appeared to be dark blue pigment. His hair, usually perfectly styled, hung loose around his face, giving him a wild, untamed appearance that sent a shiver of anticipation through her.

9 meters. He appeared to have just finished showering, his damp black hair dripping with water, with beautifully defined chest muscles and an eight-pack of abdominal muscles like blocks of chocolate. The towel around his waist showed his V-shaped figure, broad shoulders and narrow waist, long legs, exuding a sexy male ardor. Even the gold medal male models couldn't compare to his impressive physique. His facial features were handsome and sharp, with sensual thin lips, a high and straight nose, eyes resembling peach blossoms or crimson phoenixes, half cool and half wild, as if sculpted by God.

The pond’s water was still, a perfect mirror that seemed to hold a piece of the night sky within it. Standing at the edge of the pond, with his back to her, was the Moon God, Solas. Elara’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of him. He was tall and well-built, his presence commanding and formidable. He wore a fitted black dress shirt that clung to his muscular frame, and black pants that completed his dark, imposing figure. His shoulder-length black hair was tied back in a man-bun, giving him an air of restrained power. He stood there with an ease and confidence that made her heart skip a beat, power oozing from him in palpable waves.

The one whose name my people still cursed in their prayers. But my traitorous eyes refused. They drank him in greedily tracing the corded muscles of his arms visible even beneath the armour, the way his chest rose and fell with calm, controlled breaths, the faint scar that sliced through one dark brow. He was beautiful in the way storms are beautiful terrifying and mesmerising all at once. Soren Masuda was raw power wrapped in divine grace. A strange forbidden ache bloomed low in my belly. Shame followed instantly, hot and bitter on my tongue. Stop it, Evelise. He is not yours to look at.

Standing in the front was the tribe leader of the Mulan tribe, Mazumas. Mazumas was short and four feet tall but he didn't look young like the Banshee tribe members, instead, he looked like an old man with a wrinkled face. Except for his face, his whole body was covered in brown shells. Although his muscles were big and strong, his height deformed his shape. He had four hands, two on the left and two on the right. "You are one of the people I wanted to fight, tribe leader Mazumas. You are said to be the strongest when it comes to physical strength and physical defense. Let's see how long your body can survive." Bull King laughed as he said.

Her silhouette highlighted by the flames, she felt like the embodiment of power itself. Soft groans came from behind her. She turned to find the dismembered Melonie hobbled towards her. Half dragging her broken right ankle. Her veins were a dark purple with ichor oozing from her pores. Eyes glazed over. Lifeless. Yet her body moved with life. Her hair was greasy and muddy as it clung to her rotted face.