How Tall Is Draken Tokyo Revengers Novels & Stories

Only Draven and I knew the truth. I stood near the back wall, my heart still racing from our quickie. My thighs ached pleasantly. Every time he touched me, I fell deeper. He saved me from hell two years ago. Took me in when no one else would. Made me feel wanted. Desired and loved, even if we had to hide it. The room suddenly quieted. Draven stepped onto the raised platform at the front, he was tall as hell at 6’5”, his muscles filling out his black shirt perfectly. That claw tattoo on his chest peeked out from the open collar.

“Dragons in general would look big no matter what form they took. It was to represent the amount of strength they had, and the amount of Mana stored in their central plexus.” I nodded in understanding and withdrew from him, as I chewed on the bits of hazelnut and chocolate in my mouth. With muffling tone, I added, “But the people in Rustaval seemed normal to me. Or was it because they are tall like us also?” “They are tall, genetically.” I saw Clairmont gathered some of the chocolate pieces on one part before scooping that part. “Didn’t this novel of yours depicted anything about me or my height? It wouldn’t be a reliable source if they didn’t.”

"But this will be the end, Elijah. I will have avenged my family and can move forward with my plans. A deep roar echoed around them. Sophia’s mouth dropped when she saw an enormous dragon, made of lightning, emerge from the clouds and position itself next to Jackson. Its size was unimaginable; the younger Anderson was a speck compared to it. The blue lightning of its form cracked dangerously. Sophia cursed as she lifted herself up, trying to run for Elijah. "Die!" he shouted as he directed the dragon towards Elijah.

The idea was completely insane. Draven Ironclaw wasn't the kind of man women got married to. He wasn't the kind of man who fell in love. No. He took what he wanted, who he wanted, whenever he wanted it. And nobody fucking challenged him. He was the kind of man women feared. Red Dragon had built an empire without needing anyone beside him. And here I was, a girl he had saved from torture weeks ago, imagining myself becoming his wife. But it wouldn't hurt, would it? It wasn't such a bad thing to want to be Queen of the Durango Cartel.

Derek “Davina look at me.” I’m trying to get her attention. She needs to calm down before she accidentally hurts someone. She is so beautiful. Her scales are silver but they shimmer a pretty pastel rainbow color. She has beautiful amber dragon eyes. She looks to be as tall as a typical flag pole and her wing span appears to be about be the same length of an A10 Thunderbolt. I’d say she is the length of two school buses, four if you count the tail. My mate is amazing. “Look out!” I hear Gabriel yell. I see Dimitri put up a barrier blocking a tree from crushing some of the elders.

Even I heard the revulsion in his voice. "The elven realm," she said, stepping forward so that she and Drake were toe to toe. She was as tall as he was, nearly six feet. Drake moved back, but she took hold of the front of his shirt, giving him a vicious glare. "You are chayot though not a good one. Evil flows through your veins." She inhaled deeply through her nose; her eyes narrowed into two slits. "I can see it." Drake's mouth gaped open like a broken breadbox. "I don't - " His face began to turn red. It looked like she was suffocating him. Yeah, I wasn't a fan of Drake, but I didn't want him to die.

If not for my stutter, I might've actually fooled myself, or at least my rapid heartbeat. Instantly, the sounds of twigs snapping under the pressure of a foot that wasn't mine filled the air as a huge figure appeared. I knew who he was before I saw him. He approached. Over six feet tall and packed with enough muscles to be deemed fit but not bulky, Alpha Draven advanced with the regality of a lord born in the 1800s who had been somehow reborn as the son of a conglomerate.

Free falling from the sky, I couldn’t stop screaming. My arms flailed around as if trying to grab onto something, even if there was nothing to grab. Above me was a Dragon, galactic in size. He had to be as massive as a mountain. I had to admit that the Dragon was alluringly breathtaking. Luminous metallic purple scales cascaded over its entire form. Its wings arched slightly as they span across the sky. Its head turned down as it looked at me, with large radiant indigo eyes. When it redirected and started flying toward me, I stopped screaming and simply stared at the magnificent beast.

I’m pretty sure she’s forgotten that she’s naked. Drake gets in her face. Leana is taller than me, closer to 5’10” while I’m only 5’9”, but Drake has several inches on her. He’s towering over her, obviously used to using his height to intimidate others. She stands with her hands on her hips, glaring up at him. If he thinks his height will be a deterrent to her, he’s wrong. We’re surrounded by tall, strong men all day, every day and using intimidation is what werewolves do.

Her heart pounded in her chest, it was clear that negotiating with Raven had been far from easy. Suddenly, a powerful emotion surged within her. It was a pull, a deep, instinctive urge that she found difficult to resist. Just then, a tall figure emerged from the bend in the hallway. Evelyn looked up, and met the brooding gaze of Draken, Raven’s loyal Beta and his strongest right hand. They stopped, just a few paces apart. Draken said nothing, simply watching her with eyes as dark and deep as a bottomless pit. Evelyn lowered her gaze, trying to avoid the searing intensity of his stare.