Zoro Abs Novels & Stories

The zombie was running towards her and Maria make the stick ready to stab that zombie on her head. When the zombie got close to her, the zombie grab Maria clothe the stick she was holding fell off and she started trying to defend herself from the zombie while that zombie is also trying to eat Maria up. Maria was breathing fast and sweating while struggling with the zombie. The zombie pushed Maria to the ground jump on her with his mouth open to eat Maria up, Maria is ready to surrender herself to the zombie but when she looks beside her, Maria saw the stick she quickly pick it up and stab the zombie on her head.

To eventually be able to forgive himself enough to think he belonged at her side. With Neo in the picture, that hopeful future seemed even further away than it had been before. Neo approached Zora, looking her over. “You are injured,” he said. Zora looked down. “I’m… not?” But Thorne could see now that he was looking that she had scuffed up her knee, likely in an effort to flee Neo or Kairos’ grabs. “Oh,” she said. “That needs healing,” Neo said. “It’s not a big deal. I can barely feel it.”

He stood tall and mighty compared to Zaro who was pale, hunched back and no light in his soul. "My friend how have you be been, still dashing as always." Zaro interrupt the silence with a gestured bow. "You know why I am here, and I demand you to stop! " The God from heaven threatened raising his sword at him with hubris. "Anwir don't get so hasty." Zaro chuckled with a smirk, then starts walking to the god named Anwir. Anwir lunged from his horse to Zaro holding his Adamantite sword straight to his neck stopping him from walking, holding his hand up in defense.

I grabbed my water bottle and took a long drink. Zade was breathing hard too—the first time I'd seen him actually winded from our training. His tank top was soaked with sweat, clinging to his chest and abs. As I watched, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it to wipe the sweat from his face. And oh my God. His abs were on full display. Defined muscles that flexed as he moved. That perfect V-line disappearing into his shorts. Scars scattered across his skin, but they only made him look more dangerous. More masculine.

The man flew and released rapid punches towards the direction of Zandros. His speed was so fast that even the air he passed by would crackle to make way for the unswerving tornado he created. Zandros' youth like thin form belied the immeasurable strength he possessed as he revealed his divine weapon of choice which was the spear.

I turned slowly, breath caught in my throat, and what I saw rooted me in place. Zyron stood there, right in the center of the blood-stained ring, hunched forward with his arms clutching his sides like something inside him was tearing him apart from within. His face contorted in agony, his jaw trembling as another guttural scream tore from his throat. Veins began to swell all over his arms and neck, bulging like angry snakes beneath his skin. His eyes rolled back, mouth wide in a silent scream now, and something… something beneath his skin started pulsing. Expanding and bubbling.

“You’re weak!” Z closed her eyes. The Lord has a special trick, but there was an interval to the way he could use it. That’s what Z wasn’t aware of. Earlier, when Berry’s energy attacked him, his shadow protected him and he put an extra layer of protection by subjecting his skin to camouflaging cement. Z wouldn’t have noticed it if his skin did not glimmer in its presence. Yet, when Sloane’s swords attacked him, he dodged them and did not use the cement thing. The same couldn’t be said when Briane attacked him, but he was only able to activate it from his lower body. It wasn’t as fast as Briane, but the interval to which it activates was not exceeding ten seconds.

Alexander had a tough grip that John could not pull back from, even if he tried. The blade of Zoro's sword was pinched easily between Alexander's fingers. Alexander lightly flicked his wrists in both hands. Crack! Clang! John's right wrist and Zoro's sword let out a loud crack at the same time. John's wrist was crushed on the spot. Bones pierced through his flesh and protruded out of his skin. Zoro's right hand was equally terrible. His wrist had been twisted and crushed as well. It was an explosion of blood and flesh.