Finn Wolfhard Height Novels & Stories

Finn was in the six-foot range and towered over my meager five’ four. Where most werewolves tended to be muscular and brawny, Finn was lanky but wiry. It made many people underestimate just how fast and strong he is. His sandy brown hair, green eyes, dimples, made him popular with the ladies, too. Tonight he’s dressed in a dark t-shirt and jeans; simple but nice. Very Finn-ish. “Do I know who?” I asked, not sure who he was talking about. “The guy over there. The one you’re drooling over,” he replied, sounding a little jealous himself.

The only man who made me think I would submit to them, the only man that could get that type of reaction from my wolf. I took him in now, my eyes traveling the length of his body and back up again. I had to crane my neck to get a better view of his face standing this close. He was so tall, a giant, he must have stood at least 6 feet, 6 inches, maybe taller. Making me look tiny next to him. And I was tall at 5 feet 10 inches.

He asks me. I never considered myself short. I’m not exactly tall either, but I’m an average 5’6” tall woman. This guy is nearly a foot taller than I am. And his shoulders are wider than mine, by enough that it’s noticeable and don’t even get me started on how muscular he is. Snap out of it, Maeve! His family wants to kill you. Yeah, but, I swear he was flirting with me earlier. And I saw his eyes flicker before too. I’m not sure, but I think that means his wolf was coming forward. I have no idea if that’s good or bad.

His transformation wasn’t smooth, as he was yet to unlock his full power. He stood up shakily to his full height; he was over eight feet tall, with trembling muscles and fur, and his legs were adjusting under the weight of his form. The crowd watched him steady himself, as he was now a tall wolf-man with flaming golden eyes, beaming under his furrowed brows and bared teeth. “Wow!” Ingrid whispered with her eyes widened, “I’ve never seen him like this before.” Brynn removed his glasses and pinched in between his eyes; his son and heir seemed weak. He began to prepare himself for the humiliation that was to come with Theodore's loss.

“I always forget how short you are.” Nora laughed as she looked down at me. “Hey!” She wasn’t wrong. I wasn’t exactly short but 5’7” is short compaired to all the model figures the werewolf community usually puts out. Still, I weighed around 130. I had muscle, but Chase has always said I had a very feminine build. Curves in all the right places, delicate and sexy. Still, I was a fighter by heart. Everyone saw my body and assumed I was going to cry if I broke a fingernail.

Tom Zelda As soon as he heard her buy clothes for his uncle, his whole body relaxed and quickly nodded. "Thank you."Fiona stepped back and looked at him from top to bottom, then walked in front of him, estimating the height difference between the two, her head was as high as her ears.Tom Zelda. Fiona remember the first time you met Paul Henry, the top of her head only reached his chin. Although it was 10th grade then, but since 12th grade, her height has not changed anymore. “Tom Zelda How tall are you one meter?" “178.”

he said, dismissing her. “Yes, Master,” she replied obediently, leaving us alone as she shut the door. He was beautiful, terrifyingly so. With a strong jawline, his hair jet black, slicked from the rain, I tried peeking at him through my hair. He stood at least 6'8" with a well chiseled face and piercing brown eyes. He was. the same wolf-man who saved me from the four rogues. His menacing, tall build barely fit in the small space. He was even more handsome in his human form than as the beast.

"Sorry, I didn't know. Let's work on training first. Maybe if you put some muscles on this scrawny ass your wolf will feel more confident." I looked to my back side. My ass isn't scrawny. Stupid Vampire Siren Thing is scrawny. My wolf agreed with a small whine. "I'm not scrawny." He shook his head at me. His grey eyes looked liked he didn't want to be here and his voice was laced with nothing but dismay. Fine! He was opposite of scrawny. Bolton was almost seven feet tall with way too many muscles. I looked up to him and realized I never fully checked him out before.

The she-wolf quickly ran towards my wolf and hugged him. My wolf licked her face and rubbed his neck around her chest. Oh, man, I loved her boobs. They were tiny, but they were just the right size for me, bouncing up and down like two little rabbits when she was on top of me. Finn took a leap and ran into the darkness. It seemed that he never had any difficulties parting with anything or anyone in his life. It must be another fucking Alpha thing.

He nods as his eyes rove me in another sweep and I just sit there, watching his every move in amusement before he says, "5’1." "What am I? A dwarf?" I scowl and Felix laughs, dropping his hands. The sound echoes around me and it brightens his face when it goes on for a few seconds. He looks absolutely stunning when he laughs like that; with his eyes almost disappearing and his Adam’s apple moving every other second. "Be serious," I tell him even as my lips spread and he holds out a hand. "Sorry. That was just… 5’6? You can’t be taller than that."