Heath Hussar Height Novels & Stories

he was over seventeen meters tall, which was almost as tall as Victor's mech! His length was even more astonishing. Including his large tail, he was fifty meters long!

Not that he had an awful lot of height from which to look down at me from – he couldn’t have been more than five foot eight, though he told everyone he was six foot two. He scrubbed a hand through his thick, short beard. Like his hair, it was light brown – and right now it was making his smug smirk all the more apparent. He flexed his muscles and rolled his neck, the joints snapping and popping, and then, at last, his washed-out blue eyes met mine.

"That's right, my sweet Kylie. You're so clever. Go quickly and invite Mr. Harris for a drink!" Kylie obediently stood up. This girl had a height of about 1.7 meters, even taller than Richard Harris when she wore high heels. When women are too tall, it doesn't give the feeling of a small bird nestling against them. Sometimes it's better to be a bit shorter. As he thought about it, the adorable figure of Roxana Nelson appeared in his mind. Strangely, he was thinking about Roxana Nelson, a girl only about 1.6 meters tall.

"These are my friends Razor and Kaybin. They will be assisting me with chauffeuring the guest." As the two young men walked up, Suhi's eyes quickly shifted to the 6 feet 1 inch tall, dark, and handsome Razor. Even though Kaybin wasn't far behind in stature, he was about 5 feet 11 inches tall with dreads that hung in a long ponytail. Very well built!

I never expected to be accepted as one of the Hot Shot members when I applied for senior year. I had the physical ability and the appearance to join, but not the height. I'm 5 feet 2 inches, and I fear it would have hindered me since I wasn't as tall as the members. I'm glad my height didn't ruin my dream.

Unfortunately. "I wouldn't be responsible for what happens if you keep staring at me like that," his voice snapped me out of my trance. My eyes widened at how close his face was to mine. I batted my eyelashes in shock and cleared my throat. I wiggled out of his grip and landed on the ground. I almost sprained my leg upon landing. He is so far from the ground. Just how tall is he? "Seven foot three inches," he said. "Huh?"

After three long minutes, a figure stood tall over the battlefield. The upper torso of a faceless humanoid stood before the combatants, its height reaching the 80 meters, but with a relatively short arm reach. Pulsing red lights accompanied the soft sound of a beating heart in the chest of the creature. Its skin was smooth and had a brown color, coupled with a featureless face.

I huffed, waving my hands at them to stop it. I looked over at the wolf leading their training, “Room for a couple more of us?” I looked him over. He was about Victor's height which put him at 6’0” with ashy black hair and blue-green eyes. He was lean and toned, and clearly took care of himself.

Beside her, General Lucas surveyed the knights standing in formation, his expression unreadable. Then, a lone figure stepped forward. Captain Anton, the commanding officer of the Royal Guard. Though he was a well-trained knight, standing before Grand General Bina was akin to a lion standing before a dragon. The moment he approached, he immediately felt it— The weight of her presence. The raw, crushing aura of an undefeated warrior. She stood a full 200 centimeters tall, towering over his mere 170cm frame, her broad shoulders and powerful physique making even the most seasoned knights look like children in comparison.

Felix muttered, a faint smile crossing his lips. Heath's ability to suppress his essence was exceptional. Even Felix hadn't sensed him. Surely, he had to be a powerful opponent. "I... I surrender!" The competitor assigned to fight Heath had barely moved the boulder blocking their path when they turned to face him, then promptly bolted. Heath stood tall at nearly eight feet with a hulking frame that somehow seemed almost harmless. At the declaration of surrender, he calmly retreated to his spot and resumed his cross-legged position. If one didn't look carefully, it was as though he'd vanished into thin air.