Zoro Physique の小説・ストーリー

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.

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.

Love is the only magic that overrides matebond. We reached the store shortly. I climbed down after Cora and Nora. I had no idea why Zavion had agreed to come here. This place didn’t seem like his taste. He struck me as a person who only works and exercises. I mean look at his physique. The man was packed with hard muscles. Every inch of him was hard and stout. He must be a gym freak to attain such physique. Those black tatts and rippling biceps. He was rugged, dangerous, and so stately. How on earth did I get him as my mate? He was wearing a white polo shirt and washed out jeans. The sleeves of his tshirt were clinging tightly to his biceps.

“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.

Zayn’s countenance was calm and composed as ever as if he was completely ignoring Kairo. On the other hand, Zayn’s reaction triggered Kairo’s anger even more. He gnashed his teeth in rage and let out a grunt heavily. He wanted to kill Zayn ferociously during the match so that the fool would suffer so much that he would rather die! Soon, the next person got into the ring. It was a perfect-class master fighter named Lebowski. He had an extremely huge figure that made him stand close to two meters tall. Moreover, his body was extremely muscular and his arms were thicker than the thighs of an ordinary person!

His face was briefly familiar from when he'd been chained down in WestCare research center. But that wasn't what surprised Zane... The shocking thing was how the man looked. Outside what seemed like a slight weight loss, he looked the same. There were none of the drastic change that Asher had gone through which turned his hard lines into softer curves and his build delicate... but Rory still looked mostly Alpha: his shoulders were broad and muscled under his shirt... His jaw strong and his, presence filled the space with dominance so potent that Zane felt a little uncomfortable and sort of threatened. He had to bite his tongue to swallow his own urge.