Stoic Guys Novels & Stories

Damn, they were huge. "That’s right." Stefan confirmed. "This is my beta, Osiris, and my delta, Dex." Nodding, I continued to take in the stoic men. "They don’t seem very thrilled." I pointed out. "Did you force them along?" "Of course not!" Stefan huffed. "They’re just shy." Shy, I had a hard time believing such large men could be shy. However, before I could actually convince myself otherwise, Nazhoni bounced forward, leaning in much too close and examining both, causing bright red blushes to stain their cheeks.

Zion, the muscle of the group, cracked his knuckles menacingly, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an outlet for his pent-up frustration. Leo, the strategist, leaned back in his chair, his brow furrowed in deep concentration as he weighed their options. Theo, the tech genius, tapped away at his phone, his mind already racing ahead to the next phase of their plan. Luca, the smooth-talker, ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of vengeance and retribution.

Terence nodded and said, “I told him my identity, but he was very arrogant. He said he had never heard of us and even insulted us! The stoic guy next to him was no different. They think they’re very awesome just because they won a few fights!” Denzel was shocked that someone would say such a thing. “Damn it, he’s gone too far. Get someone to capture him. I want to see what gives him the right to say such things!”

What just happened? Stoke, who was a stage-four major martial god, was killed by Travis, a stage-three major martial god, with just one move. Were they seeing things clearly? Josh, Cassius, and the other Divine Connection Sect members were shocked. The most powerful among them, Josh, was a stage-five major martial god, and even he was not confident enough to take down Stoke in one move, much less kill him. How did Travis do it? Travis was not wounded at all by Stoke's full-force attack. He did not even budge from it.

Two guys walk out, and the air changes instantly. They look like they stepped straight out of an action movie, broad shoulders stretching their black shirts, arms thick with muscle. Not flashy. Not loud. Just massive in a way that makes my instincts pay attention. I have fought some tough people in my life. Men who thought size alone made them dangerous. Standing here, I realize those fights were warm-ups. These guys are something else. “I didn’t sign up for any of this,” I say, stepping closer to Alexei. “I am not here to be part of your cult or whatever this is.”

Jacob felt anxious as he looked at the strong and fit security guards. “You think I'll be afraid because there are more of you? “For the sake of the Nolan family's reputation and for the sake of Summer Land’s dignity, I'll fight with you all!" Young people lost their tempers easily. Jacob threw himself at Socrates. Socrates laughed and said disdainfully, "What a brainless fool! Do you think you can touch me? If you can lay a finger on me today, I'll admit defeat.” Several other security guards immediately closed in.

He was always quiet and mostly smiled every time he hangs around his other pals. Stanis had a military crop hair and it befits his serious exterior, looking like he was grumpy all the time and the tightness of his muscles around his chest down to his leg reminds her of Arnold Schwarzenegger. Not even Ionuţ sense of humour could crack his rock hard pursed lips. Speaking if Ionuţ, he was the jokester of the group. Constantly trying to rile everyone up and he would be the kind of friend that you won’t get bored with. Unless one can’t handle that much talk and decide to dagger themselves instead but one thing for sure, there won’t be a boring day without him. There was also Mihai and Vasile, twi

The idea of Romans being overshadowed by Athenian influence within their own political arena was anathema to him. Marcellus Cassius, a stoic warrior known for his prowess on the battlefield, harbored a deep-seated pride in Roman military traditions. He questioned whether Athenians, with their different customs and strategies, could truly understand the essence of Roman warfare. Marcellus yearned for a Senate where the voices of Roman military strategists resonated with the same authority as those from Athens.

the man said without minding if he was hurting anybody feeling causing grumbling from some of the students. "their academy even no longer rank high like before but they are still putting on airs, if only i was sure of my ability and in good condition i won't be here," both Isekai, Thanatos and Uraraka heard a guy that seems to be seventeen standing by their side said as the mumbling kept coming. "well he got reason behind his attitude,"Thanatos said as he burst out laughing on his thought, he really can't help himself after thinking about the name T-Rex.

“Elder Stoic,” A man with a dark curly beard, rippling muscles and full, eight-pack abs came forward. His body riddled with scars as though he had gone to countless wars and came out triumphant, never once lost. He had a long and deep scar that sliced through his chest, and one across his left eye. The candidates began to swoon, earning them a stern look from Theodore before they cleared their throats and looked away. ‘I can’t blame them. The man is hot.’