How Tall Is Alastor Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

Scott I know that I have assigned them the rooms to use at their disposal. I know that to secure the most unbiased and in-depth investigation results, we had those quarters locked down. But being led through the hallways of my own pack house as if I were a total stranger doesn’t sit well with me. Watching the broad shoulders of General Alastor while following him, I suppress a tsk at the anger rising in me. There is nearly nobody who is taller than me, not even among the alphas in the strongest packs around mine.

“About bloody time, you two showed up. I was starting to feel foolish standing here looking at the time on my cellphone like a wanker.” Kell gives him a wolfish smile and shrugs. “Sorry, bro.” He mutters with a not so sorry voice. Azazel gives him a withering glare. “Yeah, right, mate, sure you’re sorry.” He says with a sarcastic snicker. It’s strange to think about Azazel uncomfortable anywhere. He’s just such a large presence. The man is over six feet tall, with gold, blonde hair, and amber-colored eyes. He’s muscled and attractive. I mean, he can give a young Brad Pitt a run for his money with his movie-star looks. Today he’s wearing black jeans, a white Henley, steel-toed boots, and a bl

Once it was at the small of his back he realized it was definitely way over his head. Which is true. Werewolves aren't like humans. We're extremely tall. Alphas are normally taller, but I'm even taller than them. I have yet to meet anyone as tall as I am or taller than me. I stand 7 ft tall, were most alphas are between 6'.8" and 6'.11". So with me being 7 ft tall, and he's an extremely small omega kid, his head doesn't even reach my hips. His breathing begins to pick up as he looks around frantically. I feel him gripping onto me tighter as he tries to pull himself up higher.

And I did not expect the person when the door opened. Whoa! If this is Lucian Alastair, then the film and magazines have not done any justice at all. I saw a fine specimen of almost 6 feet. His hair was black and sticking up attractively, and so his dark eyes. God! Girls would die to get such eyelashes. And did I miss out on the perfect jawline and the lips? The black Khaki and white button-up shirt hugged him perfectly. He was standing stiff with his hand still on the doorknob.

I’m 18. I get out of bed still in my night shirt and open my door. I look down the darken hallway and see a figure standing at the end of the hall. He is massive. Over 6ft tall hair a mess from sleeping, shoulders that took up most of the hall, oh my goddess- it’s the Alpha.

“Of course I am here… Right when you need me the most. It seems like you are ready…” Azazel was truly a sight to behold, with his chiseled features and striking appearance that seemed to radiate power and danger. His jet-black hair was styled in a messy yet elegant way, falling over his forehead and framing his sharp cheekbones. His tall, muscular frame was clad in a black satin robe ornamented with red and gold accents, which only emphasized his rugged, devilishly handsome appearance.

Synestra’s P.O.V. Lucifer had one of his men lead me to a room, the man looked young maybe just a year or two older than me. He was tall and thin with pale skin and chocolate brown hair. He was an attractive man but in a different way than Damien and Gabe. He was attractive in the most unassuming way. He carried himself with confidence but I could tell by his eyes he wasn't cocky like Damien had been. He had kind eyes. As we walked down the long corridor he chatted aimlessly. I learned his name was Azazel, He had grown up in the palace and was very close friends with Damien.

The detective asked, still scribbling on her note. “No.” Hazel shook her head. “Could you tell his height, from the short moment you saw him?” The detective asked. “He was…” Hazel began, as she tried gathering her thoughts. “Tall… But not so tall though, more like an average height, let’s say a 5’9, 6’1.” She explained. “Not a glimpse of his face? maybe what his hair looked like? anything?” The detective probed. “No, nothing.” Hazel shook her head.

I just get fucked up in this life, for fuck's sake. "You understand... stop chasing Allison, it's not her fault she's a little girl..." Holy shit. "Tiny..." Oliver says and laughs even harder. "I'm not short! I'm 1.62 and very tall!" I say angrily, giving the seat another peck. "Allison is almost a Hobbit..." Oliver says laughing, I can't believe he's comparing me to the little Hobbit from the movie Lord of the Rings!

Harlow growled and transformed into a large gray Lycan. Alastair grinned with a crooked smile. “Baby, I was already in hell.” He transformed into a black Lycan standing 6 ft 8”. His head nearly touched the hanging chandelier. Using shadow magic, I trapped Alastair’s feet to the ground. Black shadows gripped his ankles in place, enough to give Harlow an opening. At super speed, Harlow shredded Alastair’s body. Though his feet were bound, Alastair’s hands were still free. His hand swung faster and slammed Harlow’s body into the wall. We were too late to see it.