Zoro T Shirt Novels & Stories

He spoke to Sophia “Tell him that we’re tied down with a raid tonight. Set it for tomorrow. This is the second node: IZO44 is already testing the next front.” As others made for their offices, Joel needed to clear his head and went Inside his office. He stood alone studying the holographic map, tracing the forty-four glowing nodes. The first nest had fallen but the war was only beginning. Somewhere out there, IZO44 was already planning the next reversal. A final encrypted message appeared on a secure terminal meant only for Joel: “One nest down. Forty-three to go. The next target is closer than you think.”

Torch smiled at me "we have a lot to talk about." When I turned, I saw that Torch had a black metal arm where his silver hand used to be; seven massive shoulder spikes jutting out that he had gone to the lengths to decorate with baubles, bells, and tinsel. He wore a white halo of thorns around his head, which matched the ones wrapped around his wrists. His red shirt depicted a small child being eaten by a silver beast, that I guessed was Korvin. His silver shorts had black outlines of spiked plants down the sides, which were repeated across his white shoes.

Lorna suddenly cried out. I looked down. The small stuffed toy had fallen from her hands and rolled a few feet away into the crowd. "I will get it, bug," I said, letting go of Mateo’s hand. I took two steps forward to pick up the toy. Before I could reach it, a familiar hand reached down and picked the stuffed lion off the ground. I froze. I slowly looked up. Standing in front of me, holding the stuffed toy in his hand, was Zyran. He looked terrible, he wasn’t wearing a suit. He wore a simple black hoodie and jeans. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. His eyes were red and hollow .

Zoriven walked into the dining room. He had changed out of his battle-torn armor into a simple, charcoal-colored tunic that stretched tightly across his broad shoulders. His dark hair was still slightly damp from a shower, clinging to the nape of his neck. He looked tired, there was a slight tightness around his eyes, but his posture remained as commanding and unyielding as a mountain. The casual warmth in the room didn't disappear, but the air instantly grew thicker, charged with a sudden, electric weight. Zoriven stopped at the edge of the table, his gaze sweeping over Lirvae before locking directly onto me.

But his eyes were tired. And beside the throne, standing like he owned the place, was him. The doors closed behind me with a sound like thunder. King Zeth of Aurion. He had no armor. No shirt. Just a royal cape of gold, clasped at one shoulder, falling down his back. The rest of him was bare. Chest, arms, stomach. Sun-kissed skin marked with old scars and one large tattoo right over his heart. A sunburst. Aurion’s mark. He looked like he had walked out of a fire and decided clothes were a waste of time. His hair was dark, tied back with a gold cord. His face was sharp, strong jaw, full mouth and his golden eyes.

And I seriously didn’t have any idea of what was happening. I turned around with an attempt to run out only to run smack dab into a wall of muscles. The fresh scent of rain forest and musk engulfed my senses, causing me to take a huge gulp and slowly looked up. “Nice to see you, Tesoro.” Lorenzo stood in front of me in a black dress shirt that had two top buttons undone. The shirt was tugged neatly into his pants with a belt secured tightly on his lean waist. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his black slacks and he looked yummy.