Edward Elric Height Novels & Stories

His navy green suit matching his mossy green eyes, his semi-automatic machine gun by his side. Elika’s eyes scanned the room once more, her eyes landing on her other brothers, Jake and Percy. They stood along the back of the room, Jake standing at a towering 6 foot 7 while Percy was a mere 5 foot 11. Jake was the tallest of all her brothers, his shoulder length brown hair all but covering his deep black eyes. His bulky mass noticeable under his blue/black suit, barely able to conceal the weapon tucked into his waistband. While Percy was taller than Elika, he was the shortest of the brothers, his blood-red suit baggy and uncomplimentary. His sleek black hair in waves down his back, his hazel

I can't help but to smile too. Damn that face. That's too handsome for a human being. The people in the room stood up. I simply turned around for a moment to see why, but I immediately straightened up when we realized who it was. Edmund stood up lazily because his mother went straight to him. Harry moved away immediately. Beside the old lady is a woman who was about six feet tall. I'm not that tall and even if I wear high shoes, I can see the difference in our heights.

What a troublesome dilemma he needs to face. The lecture is smoothly ongoing for two hours. Sir Rayleigh, their foreign Lecturer, is a handsome man in his mid forty, with striking blue eye color and sharp jawline. He stood tall at approximately six feet and two inches as the tallest man in this hall due to his Canadian blood, surpassing the average height of his male students.

I was past the growth stage and is tood at six feet and five inches but the man before me was almost seven feet tall. Dressed in a dark coat, boots still muddy from wherever he was from, hair tousled by wind, he looked as if he was ready to murder someone and I liked it. His eyes were sharp, glowing faintly amber beneath the surface, they were almost fiery orange. I stood to meet him. “Thank you for coming.” Edward barely nodded. “Start from the top. Everything you saw. Everything you have done.” I quickly walked him through it, how he couldn’t reach Albert, finding the phone, checking with classmates. With each word, Edward’s jaw tightened.

I held on to the handle over my head. Emerson was a giant of a man. He was 6'5 with a physique of a bodybuilder. He was only 20, but his muscle busted through almost every shirt he owned. He was always seeking a new thrill, anything to get his adrenaline running. The street lights zoomed past us, illuminating the inside of the car every few seconds, showing me the excitement swirling in his eyes.

Okay I rectify, a bodyguard does smile. I can't remain on the stairs while stalking them. I suck in a breath and walk down the remaining stairs. "Hey." I say nervously, waving a little, cutting of their conversation. They both look at me and quickly stand up. I immediately feel shorter. I am not short, but I am feeling like a dwarf compared to them. The model must be about 6 feet 3 inches, much taller than my father. "Here she is." My dad says, walking to me. "Hayat."

Typical Ezren, always walking around like the world’s gonna eat him unless he covers up. Also, he is not exactly 'little’ per se. He is broader than Eli, actually. More built than I expected when I first met him. The height thing still worked in my favor. He was stuck at 5’9, which puts him right between kid-sized anger and adult-level denial. Eli and I got four inches on him. He’s got that twitchy sort of strength too, like he’s ready to punch someone and immediately apologize after. His dark hair was a mess, half flattened from sleep, half wild from stress. He kept flicking his eyes toward the GPS like it was lying to him and not sure where we’re going but the idiot wouldn’t ask. His pride

It was now intermingled with the various scents of my friends. “Edeline,” his voice rumbled, rough yet familiar. I looked up, and there they were—his green eyes, filled with an unmistakable sorrow. Without another word, he pulled me into a hug. The gesture caught me off guard. His arms wrapped around my petite frame, his warmth enveloping me as my head rested against his chest. At 5'6", I felt small next to him, my dad towering at 6'3". He stood out among everyone in the pack, except for Alpha William.

Danika's POV. - A flickering torch casts dancing shadows on the stonewalls of the dimly lit corridor as I cautiously follow behind the Elf Elder. I can see super tiny lights afloat about us, looking like what I think should be Fairy dust. It uplifts the air that’s quite heavy with the scent of old parchment and ancient magic. The very tall figure in front of me still amazes me with his extraordinary height. Humans tend to be super tall sometimes, and werewolves are mostly tall too. But, Elves are on a level of their own. All of them tower well over 7 to 8 feet. It makes me curious, just how much more will I have to grow to achieve that height?

"Ella was shorter than Vanessa which makes it more obvious that Edward is like a mountain to her so he called her a dwarf. . . "How dare you call me a dwarf!" Ella yelled in anger and grabbed his cardigan. Edward didn't say anything neither he fight back, he keeps smirking as if he was enjoying the show. Ella was so short that she couldn't even reach to his face even if she was trying to hard to scratch his face with her sharp nails. . .