How Tall Is Alastor Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

The guys rushed to them, welcoming them in. Alice gave her boyfriend, Adam. A 6ft, olive-toned skin guy a welcome hug. Same as Hazel and Felix. Felix has blond curly hair, forest green eyes and he’s 6 ft 4. After the hug, he swept her off her feet and Hazel clung to him like a lifebuoy. “Drop me down, please!” She cried like a child.

A deep voice spoke, and I froze. I turned my face to the side to see a man, staring out the window, his back to me. He was tall, blonde hair brushed back, and long sleeve shirt that hugged his body tightly. But what caught my attention was his physique— he looked oddly familiar, even though his voice was not. "Who are you?" I managed to ask. "How long have you been here? Why am I drugged?" I heard him laugh, and the sound send chills down my spine. "How many questions do you have for me, sweetheart?" Now he turned sideways. "If you must know, I am Alastor."

Zanele Okafor "Why do your giant boots choose to stand by my small sink to watch my paws wash?" I ask, my eyelashes fluttering fast as my eyes tilt up to track the immense alpha frame towering over my short height. Idris Blackthorne stands nearly one hundred and ninety centimeters tall, his overly-handsome face looking like it was specially sculpted from midnight rock by the ancient moon spirits, and the heavy obsidian wrist piece on his arm glitters with a cold, sharp silver light that makes his raw aura stunningly seductive. Every single thing about his posture is completely gorgeous without carrying a single drop of exaggeration.

He disintegrated into ashes until all that was left was the three-piece black suit he was wearing. Belphegor straightened to his full height. He was about six feet tall but he had been the leanest of the Horsemen. He walked leisurely around Allocen’s desk, his face impassive. Callie raised Lucifer’s Grace in warning as he moved closer to the door.

Zachariah replied, making eye contact with her. “Because we have an issue already, so we have to know his claim on this! Call him out immediately! We need to see him!” She yelled at him, making himself scrunch his eyebrows. “You all should settle down, you know how much he hates this, so have your seats.” Alston was not a fan of disorganization. He hated it more than his deadliest enemy and has done everything in his power to tell them. Zachariah shifted to his wolf form, hastening towards the penthouse only to meet Alston also just entering.

I just climbed the tree, I sat on the grass and leaned. I saw two sentinels now standing and both looking at me. Now that I see them up close, I realize that they are taller than Gaspar. Based on my calculations, the guy with long hair and a frowning face is about six feet and five inches, while the other is around six feet and three inches. I am good at estimating because of the course I completed. "Is your name Ales?" the smaller sentinel confirmed to me while the taller one almost melted me with his stares that I couldn't understand why.

Alveric said, sounding a little butt hurt for a moment. I rolled my eyes at Alveric’s snarky remark as I took on Ambrosius’ appearance. Ambrosius is really tall. Like seven feet tall. The moment he bent a little to reach me, I was swooned. I am never typically the type of girl who would only be attracted to height or only notice that feature on the first glimpse, but with Ambrosius, his height is one of the many things that stood out. Another thing that stood out is his wavy white hair. It was not grey or silver, it was white. It is a great contrast to my red hair which I immediately thought would be a nice combo for if we were to have children of our own one day. Wait. Can vampires even pro

Albert had to hold her tight if not she might fall down. "Go back to your room. Don't be stubborn!" he replied with a tone full of care. But she remained rooted on her spot. She was just staring at him. Because he was 190cm and she was a 165cm, she had to look up to stare deeply at his light brown eyes. Albert smiled at her gawk but when he remembered her he thought her 'boyfriend' was waiting in her ward, his face became stern. He strode towards the ward while Samantha was just following him with her gaze.

Back then, he was just a teenager, and Alma, in her early forties, was in her prime, looking much younger than her age. Known for her straightforward nature, she had teased him about his height after treating him. Alban had dutifully drunk milk and played basketball in an effort to grow taller, but his height eventually plateaued at around 5'7", making him appear shorter than his younger counterparts like Alvin. "Mrs. Atkinson, you're still the same as ever. It's wonderful to see you again. Could you please help my friend? He's been poisoned with the Nine-Heart Wolfsbane," Alban pleaded.

His tone was cold and full of disdain. In great shame, Hazel quickly snatched her clothes from the floor and put them on, while she secretly looked around for a suitable weapon she could use to defend herself. The man was at least 189 cm tall and had a well-built body. It became increasingly clear to Hazel that she wouldn't stand a chance against him.