Muscle Man Novels & Stories

I wasn’t even able to finish my question because the second the man was close enough for me to fully see him, I quickly realized that I actually knew him and he was definitely not just a wandering White Howler. “Skye?!” I said surprised and my face was probably looking very confused and shocked as of this moment. The tall–about six foot two–and muscular man looked less intimidating when a wide smile broke through his face and his light blue eyes twinkled in delight. “Last I checked, yes.” He joked as he let out a soft chuckle. Oh my goddess, it really is him. Zane wasn’t kidding. He grew up so big. Has this boy been taking some kind of steroids?

a middle-aged muscled man roared with anger. His arm was broken and he could no longer fight. If he did not recover quickly, he would end up a useless man tomorrow.

"The second overlord of the prison is confined in the Infinite Prison on the third underground level. His entire body has been mechanically modified, and he's also known as the Demon Muscleman!" "The first overlord of the prison is even more extraordinary. He's known as the Dominator. He's the strongest creature on land! He possesses the strongest muscles ever recorded in human history, and his one punch carries the force of ten thousand pounds!" "And the warden is the strongest person in this prison! He's a Savant Grandmaster and a retired overseas special forces Warrior King. He once single-handedly repelled the joint attack of the Dominator and the Demon Muscleman!" Before they could fini

Taking advantage of my distraction, the muscle man kicked me to the ground. I fell hard, and the muscle man elbowed me. "Let me go; stop touching me!" Sasha screamed. The man touching Sasha was being lewd, grinning, and trying to grope her. Sasha was on the verge of tears. Seeing her in such distress only fueled my rage. I charged at the hefty man, grabbed him, and broke his arm without hesitation. "Ow—" The man howled in pain. I was beyond furious, attacking him relentlessly until he was on the ground, unable to move.

No sooner than I had let go of the doorknob, an older man came out of one of the adjacent rooms. I gasped as our eyes made contact with one another. Isabella had mentioned the names of all the vampires in the home, and I had met everyone except Martin and Amber. Well, I'd met Amber, but I wouldn't call our brief gathering where she sucked the blood from my finger an official meeting. "Hi,” I decided to approach. “You must be Martin?" My muscles clenched as I stared at how huge the man was. His arms looked like he'd been working out with Arnold Schwarzenegger. While he didn’t have any hair on his head, his long black beard was as dark as night.

weren't they working together? "Don't play the hero here, young man. Walk away while you can," the muscle guy sneered as I witnessed Caleb's footsteps grow as he approached them. "What did you say?" he questioned, his eyes raising to meet the giant muscular man as the man gazed down on him. "You don't want things to get messy now, do you?" The muscular man said, leaving a pat on Caleb's shoulder. As I blinked, I watched Caleb's fist slam through the air, landing on the muscular guy's face.

Steve said. “Pain is our language, Alpha, we speak it very well,” The man replied with a fervent clarity. Steve stiffened in alarm. “Which means there are more of you here,” he told the man looking directly into his eyes. The man smiled. “Yes,” he simply replied. The Berserker sight Steve was using showed him that the man’s broken bone was healing and his muscles were tensed up for an attack. “I know that you are about to perform one of those fancy nerve strikes again, I can see your muscles tensed up,” Steve said in a warning tone. “Do not give me a reason kill you.”

As they immediately struck a deal, I made a hand signal, indicating it was time for my next line of action. A man walked towards us, and my face tightened. Both Olivia and Rowan noticed the tension in the air as the man walked towards us. Rowan excused himself. Wise man. He had an idea about who I was, and did not want to involve himself with whatever I did. He has played his part by talking with Olivia and striking a deal. I was happy that he excused himself. “Long time no see Alexander. I see you got yourself yet another toy to play with. You never seem to change”, the man said with a chuckle.

I barely had time to react before he moved—too fast despite his injury. A powerful, unyielding hand clamped over my mouth, smothering the terrified scream that had barely begun to rise in my throat. Panic surged through me like a violent current, my body reacting on pure instinct. I thrashed wildly, my legs kicking out in a desperate attempt to break free, my fingernails digging into the rough skin of his wrist. But his grip was immovable—unyielding like steel shackles locking me in place.

My breath caught. The man was massive, towering over everyone in the room like a mountain made flesh. His body was a tapestry of scars, muscles roped tight across his arms and chest, each vein bulging like a threat. His fists were boulders, his grin a cruel promise of destruction. He didn’t just look like a fighter—he looked like a man who had ended lives and slept soundly after. My knees wavered, the floor tilting beneath me. For a moment, I wasn’t sure my legs would hold me.