Freddy Krueger Height Novels & Stories

His steps were as silent as a snake's. What does he want now? He couldn't even speak and yet he's coming after me because I called him a demon? I thought demons were supposed to know they're demons? He kept coming closer without a single word coming out of his mouth. Did I forget to mention he's 193 cm tall? His height made him look like a giant coming toward me, and I'm only 155 cm tall. "Don't come any closer!" I said with a loud shaky voice, shoving my backpack above my head.

I loathed the vampire more for all the power he possessed. "What color of clothing is he wearing? Is he tall? How tall?" I asked. "Yes. He is about 6 feet, 3 inches tall." "Right." I crawled along. I reached the center of the room and peeked through a hole beside the light bulb. Loud music blared, and I saw people huddled together, dancing their hearts out. I searched for a man who fit the description Uncle Kala gave but found none. "Here we go," I muttered to myself and slowly rose from my knees to move to another area with better sights. There was a subtle creak, and before I could do anything, the ground beneath me gave out and sent me plunging thirty feet below.

“Nice of you to join us, Princess. Have they locked you up in there?” A blush works its way over my face as I continue to look down at Freddy. With his blonde hair and elegant body, he is the complete opposite of Lucas. Whereas my true mate is tall, swollen with muscle, and has darker hair and a lighter complexion, Freddy is tanned and sure, he is tall, but he is more ripped and lean. Comparing the two is like looking at Jason Momoa and a thinner Chris Hemsworth.

Freya suddenly said to me as if she was having a hard time and couldn't take it anymore, it's like her life depends on me now. "You just suck my huge dick yesterday, weren't you? Don't tell me you already miss my huge dick, slut?" I asked her and begin massaging her ass while her hand continued to masturbate my hard shaft. "Yes, I really miss your huge dick, boss. Its length and size are staggering and its taste is so fucking addictive, I still can't get enough of it. It's like I want to suck your huge dick every minute, boss." Freya replied to me in a very sexy, seductive, and slutty way. She's into his character right now.

I try to turn and get inside my car, but I’m literally unable to move, talk, or breathe for that matter. He's still taller than me, not by much because I got pretty tall myself, but I can tell that he still has a few inches over me, so I guess that he's 6 ft 4, and I'm 6 ft 2. He's wearing a black jumpsuit that makes him look... well... it makes me swallow hard. Do not swallow hard! You don’t want him! I don’t want him! He’s looking down at the rag that he uses to clean his oily hands, and again, I want to go before he sees me, I really do, I swear I do, but I literally can’t.

“Did you or anyone appoint a blind Alpha!? So why is it now that my ability is being questioned!?” “It's never that way, Alpha Alexander—” “Alpha Alexander.” My head snapped to Freya's father. He was a stout man about the height of an office table. Okay, that was exaggerated. He measured up to 5’1, with his shoes on. Shaped like a damn garden gnome with that protruding stomach he tirelessly pushed around. He could pass for a science project on the evolutions of humans— all that hair on his face and body would enable his blending into a species of monkeys.

“Hey. Look what I found.” He looked me up and down. He had the build of a high-school football coach — tall, broad, solid. I’m five-ten, average build, wearing khakis and a button-down. I felt seriously outmatched. But he smirked and said, “Nice job, Freya. I’ll finish up here and meet you up in the room.”

Those rheumy eyes were sharp on her now, angry even and the creature towered over her and peered into her face. “You!” She hissed. “The Awaited.” Her heart pounding, Freya pulled herself to her knees and faced off with her would be killer. “You fucking cunt! What are you rattling on about when you just nearly ‘ate me’?!” Freya yelled. “I’ll flay you alive!” The monster hissed and when she pulled herself up, Freya realised she was thrice as tall as she had thought she was. “Child of darkness.” Her grating voice said ominously and a shiver ran down Freya’s spine. “You cannot be allowed to live.”

It looked like he only fucked his previous flings. Catching our breaths together, he leaned on me and I got startled when he cuddled me after. That made me pin my back against the wall. He was over six feet tall, so he was slightly bending his back while resting on me. I liked his height because I could still wear my five-inch pair of heels without towering over him.

He accomplished something on his own, without the help of his rich parents. His voice is like no other, his charm dark and mysterious and that's what a lot of girls find intriguing about him. No one knows exactly how tall he is but tabloids have settled on 6 feet 2 inches. He is not very muscular either, more on the lanky side but just enough muscle to do some damage if anyone chose to square him up. His eyes are a peculiar shade of dark blue and his hair is jet black, skimming his shoulders with overgrown bangs.