Zoro Physique Novels & Stories

"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.

He hit his back causing him to go unconscious. Zoran grinned as he turned back towards Nora. He was ready to end her once and for all. He looked towards her as he channeled his powers once more, raising her body into the air. She watched as his body glowed a bright yellow as she felt as her body began to tremble. She could slowly feel her energy draining from her as she felt a single tear run down her cheek. She didn't know how much longer she could last. She wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to do this.

Disintegrate. The warrior struggles up. Wounds closing where her light touched him. Skin knitting together. He rejoins the fight. She turns. Already moving to the next. A beacon of silver fire cutting through corruption. Unstoppable. Deadly. On our left flank—Zora. Her jaws ripping. Claws tearing. A blur of violence. Three kills in seconds. Throat. Spine. Skull. Her rogues following. Coordinated. Experienced. One of my warriors goes down. Overwhelmed. Four rogues on him.

I felt his wolf's uneasiness though for a fleeting moment at the mention of the call. "Rohan, dance with me." Zoe clung to his arm pressing her boobs against his biceps. He stiffened slightly. 'Good one, sis.' I told her via mindlink. Rohan nodded as he stood up at his 6' 7" frame of handsomeness. "In that case, I'll dance with Zena. " Jaden said standing up, but Rohan grabbed my wrist in a flash. Rohan was standing in the middle, holding Zoe and me at the same time, amusing Jaden, who clearly enjoyed provoking him. I could feel Rohan’s aura spiraling out of control.

They burst through the door at the top of the stairs with a fierce battle cry, clad in heavy armor, and wielding massive battle axes, silver swords, spears, and some warriors even completely transformed into their wolf form, but Zora resisted them, and he got back on his feet. Zora, a gigantic figure towering over the trooping warriors. He roared out loud to assert his dominance and instill fear into his surging opponents. He scrambled to grab an axe from Casandra’s stack of weapons, and with ease, he moved through the warriors with precision, skill, and ridiculous speed, taking down each warrior with deadly accuracy.

Maybe our outward appearance won't be as crucial as Xiu thought. I look out at Zarn's opponent. He looks strong. His tall brown body is just as muscular as Zarn's burgundy one. He is probably a skilled killer who can hold his own in a fight. He isn't as beautiful as Zarn, but he isn't ugly either.

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.

He lifted my hand slightly, thumb stroking my knuckles, asserting his grip so everyone could see it. To my right, Karius loomed like an impenetrable wall. At six-foot-four, his broad chest and massive arms practically shadowed my small frame. His deep forest green eyes were hooded and lethal, the scar above his left eyebrow standing out against his fair skin. His rugged jaw was set in a brutal line. He reached out with his right arm, sliding his thick, heavy forearm around my waist, pulling my hips flush against his side. His large, warm palm rested flat against my ribcage, anchoring me against his massive body.

She pushed the door open, at first it seemed empty but when she looked at the center of the room, she smiled triumphantly. Zoran sat in the center of the room, cross-legged, eyes shut, back straight as a spear, shirt discarded on the floor beside him. Only loose ceremonial pants hung on his hips, exposing the carved map of muscles across his chest. His skin had faint silver markings that were glowing softly. He looked… otherworldly and perfect. Naelis grinned. “Challenge accepted” she murmured before silently slipping inside and closed the door behind her. Her foot caught deliberately on the edge of her gown. She gasped and let herself fall directly onto him.

“Everything is fine. Please don’t worry.” “We will leave in a day for Phantoria.” Zahir said. Zahir had black eyes and hairs too, but he had white highlights at the tips of his relatively short hair. He had a right eyebrow piercing. He had a light moustache and coolly shaped beards. He was well built, tall, and very intuitive. He wore similar normal clothes like Amor's but he kept his shirt’s buttons loose, revealing half of his bare chest. Even the sleeves of his cream shirt were folded up, creased on his biceps.