Zoro Physique Novels & Stories

AURORA- His hands had visible veins that popped out every time he tossed the omelet in the pan. He had sharp jawline, and a faint grey color in his dark brown eyes. He was taller than me, a lot and his shoulders were broad comparatively less than Zeus--- His shoulders were broad and a lean midriff with flesh sticked to his skin forcing all the necessary curves to pop visible. He wore black shirt with matching pants and formal black sneakers, and still, I could see his defined frame. Black tends to hide solid curves but his were so firm that it was impossible to unsee them.

Both men were dressed in nothing but a pair of shorts; hence, it was easy to assess their physiques. The one with the dark complexion was built like a tank, his broad shoulders, large chest, and bulky arms akin to the trunk of a fruitful tree. His eyes were as sharp as razors, and his hands were severely calloused. His exposed thighs were thicker than his arms, and his calf was as large as his fist. The wooden sword he held was two times larger than the regular sword and thrice as heavy. In his hands, this great sword resembled a rapier, and the energy he gave off was that of a murderous scion.

He stood at about 6'5" and about 235 pounds of muscle! Zoey sashayed towards the mystery man. I knew by the way that she walked that she planned to have "fun" with this hottie. I can't say that I was surprised that not even 24 hours later, here she was, breaking the conditions of her punishment! Zoey was just reaching for his chest when there was a loud, dangerous growl coming from his chest. I was so shocked at how quickly his features changed to something so malicious! My wolf actually whimpered from the amount of hostility coming off of him! "DO.NOT.TOUCH.ME!" He growled out.

Nope. “Get into bed.” He commands, walking away from me and to the other side of the bed. As I pull the covers back to climb into the bed, I stop in my task as Zane starts to take off his clothes. His back is to me, so he can’t see me staring at his nice ass. The muscles of his back are toned and defined. A rather large tattoo of a crow sitting on top of a skull with swirling smoke around it adorns the middle of his back. It’s sexy as hell. When he turns around, I can’t seem to stop my mouth from dropping. His six-pack alone is worthy of my drool, but the whole of him is sexy as hell. He’s not overly muscular like a bodybuilder, but he definitely has them, and he is toned. I didn’t expect hi

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.