Big Men Novels & Stories

The doors of the room opened to reveal two men dressed in suits, clearly related with their twin features, a smirk laid on both their faces as they observed their uninterested boring friend, they looked at the girls dancing with pity, before ordering them to stop. "You can stop dancing, go outside". One of the men said, the slightly taller one. The girls seemed relieved, they thanked him before heading out of the room. The two men took strides towards their friend who sat down, with eyes still on the place were the girls were dancing. “Brother)". The other man greeted taking a seat close to him while his brother took his left. Upon hearing their voices he looked up briefly, before going back

Did I forget to mention that Jake is a giant? Okay that's a bit of an exaggeration but he is at least six four. I'm sure the leather jacket over the tank with the tattoos on his neck and some of the ones on his chest peeping through added to the visage of a badass. People just automatically got out of the way and pretty soon we were in the cool night air. His grip on my hand was tight and sure and gave me strength. I don't know what was coming next but I knew this time I was going to fight. "Let's go baby we'll take my bike and come back for your car later." He pulled me over to this monstrosity of black and chrome. I'm not an expert but I do believe it's what people in the know might call a

Those destructions were caused by the battle of seven sacred humans who want to be the strongest human in the whole world. The seven sacred men were the seven greatest warriors of their time, swordsmen who have been able to surpass the limits of human strength. Their strength was even higher compared to a thousand great warriors of their time. They are no longer called warriors by the time, some people assume that they should be the Gods, but finally the people named them as the Earth Demons.

"Is that Big Jim?" Burney nodded, his eyes already glued to the circling men. Big Jim was huge. Insanely huge. He had muscle on top of muscle and sprouted more where they shouldn't exist. He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down.

James got out of the house and waited for the men to get out of the car. The first guy that came out was so huge and tall that James was a dwarf compared to him and then four other guys who were also well built but not like the first guy came down from the car. They each carried two duffel bags and it looked like they had more in the boot of their car. “Mr. Smith?” The huge guy asked James. “Yes, that's me.” James told him. “I'm John, I'm the one who you've been talking with and these are my men.” John said to James.

I spun round and saw two of the biggest men I have ever seen. With a flash of horror, I realised I was looking straight up. Huge and muscular men towered over me. Dwarfing Beta Zeke, even Alpha Cillian and Alpha Phillipe would be small compared to these men. My father, the biggest, most impressive man I knew, was no physical match. Their shoulders were easily twice as wide as me, thick torsos rippling with strength down to legs the size of tree trunks. They must be part of Phillipe’s hybrids surely? Or Lycan? They cannot be regular shifters. The oldest one, presumably the father has three faded silver scars along the side of his neck. His green eyes stare straight at me, unimpressed.

Standing on the other side were five freaking hefty men with murderous glares. My blood ran cold as my eyes took them in from head to toe. Each man was built like a brick house, muscular and tall, with arms the size of tree trunks. Their faces were stern and chiselled, with hard jaws and identical black eyes that seemed to bore into my soul. They were bald, and that seemed to add to the dangerous aura wafting out from them. And the inks? Oh my freaking heavens. They were covered, from head to toes in tattoos.

Hesitantly, I follow a herd of people, stopping when the entire ground quakes beneath my feet. “What is that?” Someone asks. “People call them angels, but they look like monsters...” An old man replies. I squeeze between two old men, gaping when I spot the largest boy I’ve ever seen in the town square. He must be over twenty feet tall, easily dwarfing the men from the army even when he is down on his knees. There is cloth around his mouth to keep him from speaking, chains to restrain his clumsy movements. “MOVE!” A man from the army yells.

As the clock struck noon, Mike and Jonathan entered the designated meeting room at the hotel. The door swung open, unveiling a group of five men. Among them, one man stood out because of his size. He had a noticeably larger build compared to the others, with a rounder physique and a bit of extra weight. Flanking him were two imposing bodyguards. Completing the group were two slender gentlemen.

JULY 5, 1975 “Do they look bigger to you?” I stared into the tank, trying to remember how they’d looked the other day. There were definitely fewer and I assumed the live ones were eating the dead. Maybe the stronger ones were eating the weaker of the living! The thought scared me. I sprinkled some food in and watched with fascination the frenzy that ensued. “Shit, they are definitely bigger—and definitely meaner.” Matt’s voice was somewhere near awe. “Are those . . . tentacles?”