Zoro Physique Novels & Stories

said Radcliff. “I can't believe we're going to ally with the dragons. This fact shakes what I have believed all along,” said Azar with a confused face, but he still obeyed Radcliff's orders by advancing to the center of the field. His burly and tan body was exposed to the sun because he only wore sleeveless clothes with an exposed chest. Azar's hair was brown, and her eyes were blue. His pants were only knee-length, revealing his strong and sturdy calves. Compared to a sorcerer, Azar was more of a desert warrior.

My eyes snapped open. Standing a few feet away from me, surrounded by swirling shadows, was him. Zerathos. My breath hitched. He was taller than I remember from the rebel camp, his body was draped in layers of black and deep red robes that seemed to shift like living smoke. His skin was obsidian black, his eyes were like endless pits of molten gold. Dark energy radiated from him, pulsing in waves that made the air feel heavier and made my skin crawl. He looked different. I wouldn't be surprised if he had wings on his back.

Without rushing, he put on his clothes, carefully avoiding eye contact with the woman who was openly eyeing him from head to toe. Boro had spent most of his childhood plowing fields with his grandfather and tending to livestock. Such activities had left him very physically fit, and to compound that he had spent his youth swinging a sword. So Boro had the physique of a lifelong workman and warrior. He was lean and muscular, obtaining a level of fitness not usual for a young man of his age. The pretty serving woman saw this and though she had spent many years serving this family she could not help but blush at the hard planes of his body, and the slopes of his sinewy arms. Before long both she

His physical attributes were incredible. “B*stards! Who dares attack my home?!” a great roar came, followed by the appearances of many Zanes on the Zane roofs. Their leader was a middle aged man, his expression was cold and composed, his body lean yet toned, his long hair flowed in the wind, a flamboyant foe.

He told Zara this with the kind of pride that made you wonder if he also bragged to the mirror. He was enormous. 6’5”, dark, shoulders wider than most doorways, chest carved like it belonged in a museum. He moved like a gorilla: heavy legs thudded against the ground. A tight black shirt clung to his lumpy arms, trousers held by a belt adorned with skulls and bones. On one finger glinted a gaudy ring. And those dark glasses hid eyes that promised trouble. Zara’s gaze swept him from head to toe. Terrifying.

"Sure." As we walked to the training ground, we came upon Zander sparring with the young warriors in training. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of shorts. The sun highlighted his toned, ripped physique, and beads of sweat glistened on his tan complexion, making him look like a Greek god incarnate. My throat suddenly felt dry. Oh, Goddess, was it the weather that was so hot—or my impossibly sexy mate making it even hotter? Blair’s fingers gently touched my chin, attempting to close my mouth. It was then that I realized I had been drooling over the hot Alpha King.

My eyes began to flicker between emerald green and gold, startling the man across from me. Zoe must have felt my anger too, as she looked at me in bewilderment and asked, "Why are you suddenly defending Ragnar?" Although I didn't know exactly how ugly Ragnar was, I knew that he was at least six and a half feet tall, and certainly not as skinny as the man claimed. Never once did he falter or stumble upon rising from bed. And even in our most intimate moments, he possessed the strength of a raging bull. In fact, I was even rendered unconscious by him on several occasions.

Standing at an impressive height, his body had an athletic strength beneath the surface, sculpted from years of playing sports and staying active. His dark blonde hair fell in gentle waves around his sharp features, framing a face that seemed to balance boyish charm with a hint of maturity. Skyler’s cheekbones were pronounced, giving his expression a striking intensity, especially when lit by the soft amber light. As he peeled off his shirt, the faint outline of defined muscles became visible; it was the kind of subtle strength that suggested he could easily hold his own in any physical challenge.

Like a king marked personally by some kind of entity. His skin carried the deep golden-tan shade of someone born beneath relentless sunlight, sharply contrasting against the dark black hair falling around his face. Unlike Ael’s colder elegance, Zahir looked wild. Brutal. There was nothing soft or refined about him. Even standing still, he radiated overwhelming physical power.

He looked up at Lothar who had an evil grin on his face, "What did you do to me you knave? Wait...don't tell me!" Damn! I should have figured it out. "It took you this long to realize it vipe scourge", Lothar let out a loud cackle. "You're a Zeno user!" Bill smiled back. "Yes", Lothar put his right hand over his eye. "A body type Zeno user to be exact." Green smoke rises from his hand, "My Zeno ability is Acid Body!" He takes his hand from his face to reveal his eyes to be a full green colour.