Damien Priest Height Novels & Stories

Even seated in a chair, Damien's size puts his head almost at eye level with my bare breasts. My voice trembles as I ask, "Where do you want me to start?"

She had heard someone speak, but she had yet to process it. When her head snapped backward, her breath hitched at the sight before her, and her body completely froze. Damian Thorne stood at an imposing 6’5 feet, with an umbrella above his head and a gun in his other hand. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored charcoal two-piece pinstripe co-ord, with the blazer revealing his sculpted, naked chest.

His posture stayed straight, his expression composed—soft enough to be convincing, distant enough to be safe. He could feel the eyes following him. Could feel the whispers trying to stay quiet. She looks different. Thinner. Quieter. He didn’t react. Didn’t falter. Didn’t give them anything. At the far end of the hall, beneath the weight of banners and gold and expectation— Damien stood waiting. Still. Perfect. Untouchable. If Caelan looked like something crafted for beauty, Damien looked like something built for power. Dark formal attire, sharp lines, gold threaded through black in a way that didn’t draw attention—it commanded it. His posture was effortless, like standing there required noth

He put his eyes under him and could see many humans were watching him now. "Are you okay, Sir?" Everest gave Taggart a blanket. The wind was getting chilly. Everest was about 1018 feet and was the second-highest building in the city. Meanwhile, the CEO helped Damian by giving him another blanket to cover his naked body. Everything was ripped once they transformed into mystical creatures. "The police must be on their way." The CEO spoke to both of them. Taggart glanced at Damian coldly. Damian didn't want to see him. He shoved the CEO from him and then left the room with the blanket.

He spat. I glared at him. “What? What are you going to do?” He pushed my head a little and I staggered a little. Damien was tall, way taller than me that my head could barely reach his shoulder. He was intimidating and inside of me I was scared because I knew how aggressive he could be. “Quit looking at me that way.” He pushed my head again. “Who the fuck do you think you are? How dare you look at me like that.” He pushed my head again.

Since I’d never seen his face clearly, I felt my jaw drop. Who are these guys? They are so tall (I found out later that Damian was 1.88m tall, and Rai was 1.82m tall). And oh-my-Gawd, the vision of them walking toward me was a sight to behold. Long legs, lean muscular bodies with to-die-for facial features.

I answered, gazing carefully into his eyes while he just looked away. That is how I have seen anxiety and supicion in his eyes when I asked him the question, but that also fade away after a split second when he turned his head to face me straightforward. “What do you mean?” He furrowed his brows, taking one step closer towards me until we were only a few inches apart from one another. I lifted my head and looked up at Damien. He was towering over me with a great height of six and a half feet in comparison to my measly five feet height, flat. I didn't let that large difference of our height intimidate me though as I started at him fiercely.

Grey said, draping an arm across my shoulders. "You didn't tell us she was so short," one, a younger guy with light brown hair and crystal blue eyes, teased. He wasn't that tall, but much taller than me, standing at around 5'10. He was obviously popular with the ladies with his cocky smirk, and his careless, sloppy stance, "How tall are you? Like 5'2?" "I'm 5'0," I muttered before Grey could retaliate. "And badass. So watch your cocky ass, Damien," Grey replied back, just as arrogant, if not more, than the boy - Damien. Damien just rolled his eyes and threw a light punch to my shoulder, catching me by surprise.

Damian Vance was, without a doubt, the most beautiful and intimidating man I had ever seen in my life. He was massive. While I stood at only 5'5", he easily cleared 6'1", with broad shoulders and a commanding posture that radiated absolute power. The tailored black suit looked molded onto an extremely strong, muscular frame. His face looked carved from marble, with a sharp jawline covered by a dark, perfectly groomed beard.

But Jake on the other hand has a beer gut and he is just 5'8, while Damien is well over 6'3. The mere presence of Damien is so intimidating, that Jake began to shake with fear. "Brother, you have to believe me..." Jake began to plead, but Damien had him by his throat while Jake is dangling in the air, gasping for breath. The nurse gasped with shock and stepped away from Jake.