Zoro Abs Novels & Stories

Bag after bag of plasma was pumped into my veins. One raw, guttural scream tore out of me, and then the sound of a baby crying filled the room. On my phone, the screen was still frozen on one last image. Jasper and Fiona were locked in a kiss beneath the Aurelian Tower. I held my crying son and let the tears fall without stopping.

She kept her gaze fixated on him unaware she was now seductively biting her lower lip while staring at him with a lustful gaze. Martin peeled his shirt off his body revealing the well-defined masculine dimensional abs beneath. Zora's eyes feasted on his body, staring at his tight pack and his well-built chest. The hair on his chest was nicely distributed on him. "Wow!" Zora gasped as her breathing became uneven. She was already craving for his body and his touch. Her hands itch to touch him but she kept herself glued to the bed. She pressed her thighs together when her desire surged through her like a volcano about to erupt.

Another gasp left Zara when her sight landed on Zoey's full nakedness. When Zoey stood straight, Zaramanni quickly retracted her hands that were resting on his lower abdomen. Trying not to peep at his lower body which she was sure would affect her more than the view of his sculpted chest, Zara's eyes darted elsewhere. But it was hard for her to maintain that position. When Zoey bent to pick up his clothes which had magically fallen off when he was shifting, Zara fought an inner battle and begged herself not to stare at his body.

Abstinence was not going to do him any good. Evaluating his condition, Zayn felt rather helpless. He let out a bitter chuckle, and forced himself to calm down. He then began to meditate. With the nutrients of the Aeon Karpos, his body was recovering at a steady pace. When tomorrow came, he was going to be back at peak performance. Zayn was going to be a perfect-class master fighter in no time!

"In five minutes, your meridian nexus will be crippled, your meridians will be cut off, and you'll be a cripple. At that point, no one needs to lift a finger to deal with you." "Then what else is there to talk about?!" Zorn raised his palms and charged at Frank. "If you won't back down, you will die with Gene!" "Then you're delusional!" Frank watched as Zorn charged toward himself rapidly, completely on his toes. Five-Peat Archaeus danced between his meridians, and abundant pure vigor erupted out of his body. Naturally, Zorn could see that immediately. "Hmm? You've completed Birthright rank? Impressive!"

the Pillion-Riding Sikandar said. “Let’s try a warning shot then,” Rider Sikandar said. The djinn took a deep breath and blew a huge wave of fire at Zara. Zara continued running forward. When the flames reached her, she held out her hand into it and sucked all the flames in within a few seconds. “I thought she had to touch us,” Rider Sikandar asked pointedly. “She can also absorb energy from karmat attacks,” Pillion-riding Sikandar clarified.

A thing utterly forbidden to her kind. He came not through the door, but from the shadows themselves, the darkness coalescing into a form of immense, terrifying power. Zoran. His skin was the deep red of fresh blood, his horns swept back from a face of brutal, angular beauty. His eyes burned with the amber fire of the abyss, and his wings, vast and leathery, folded against his back. The sheer, raw masculinity of him made Vyxaria’s mouth water, her pussy clenching in immediate, aching response.

Seeing the incoming blast, Azreon quickly raised his hands before him, creating a white barrier that blocked the attack. Zora, seeing that her brother was momentarily distracted by the attacks, used the opportunity to pull at the chains that had begun bounding her again. The chains glowed fiercely, resisting every attempt she made to snap them. The few who did instantly repaired itself and wrapped themselves around Zora's arm again. Her frustration mounted, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she saw that her efforts were just proving futile. "Keep him busy," she screamed at the still attacking wizards as she kept on struggling with the chains. "Don't let him escape--"

The creature let out a wet shriek as its flesh burnt off where it touched the barrier, its grey skin smoking as it was hurled back ten feet. The necklace was sensing the danger and its protective aura flaring with every one of Naelis's heartbeat. For nearly an hour, the clearing became a battle ground. Zoran was a god of war, a primordial force that the creatures simply couldn't touch. He moved between them like a shadow, his red eyes were the last thing they saw before his teeth found their vitals. He was brutal, and entirely focused on slaughtering them. Finally, the last of the abominations fell, its head rolling across the grass as Zoran’s jaws released it.

Few warriors were arranging their training tools, and Hunter was standing in the extreme. Zara doesn't know why everyone loves being around where she should be, but she ignored all and started working, hoping that Tori and Daphne wouldn't bother her. Zara just pour the first splash of water on the floor when Zan emerged from the tree line in the matching area of the territory. Zan came silently, almost spectral, his presence commanding the ground before he touched it. His dark eyes scanned her form, noting the subtle tension in her stance, the way her muscles flexed in preparation.