How Tall Is Draken Tokyo Revengers Novels & Stories

Standing beside them were two men, inconspicuous and silent, their faces unreadable as they stood off to the side. At the center of the conference room sat a tall and imposing man—Damon Greyson, a core figure in the Dragon Gang. Standing at around 188 cm, his muscular frame was clad in a dark suit, which gave him an air of authority and solemnity. His sharp features and piercing eyes often sent a chill down one’s spine, making it clear that he was not a man to be trifled with. The moment Damon entered the room, the atmosphere thickened with an undeniable sense of tension and gravitas.

We are a throat waiting to close. Draven Holt makes sure I see him. He stands atop a ridge of snow, broad-shouldered, dark hair bound with a leather cord, eyes like coals banked deep. Red paint slashes his cheekbones. He’s younger than Varek, hungrier, the kind of man who thinks rage alone can make him king. He lifts his arms like a priest.

I snorted, “Go ahead. I don’t care. Continue licking after your dad’s shadow.” Her dark brown eyes filled with rage and her hands were about to hit me when a hand stopped her. “Quiet, Beta Drake’s b*tch.” I heard Darian’s deep voice beside me, hovering tall over my 5’3 ass. His earthy scent lingered on me, tickling my nose. Darian is 6'1 in height, almost the same size as his dad now. His cerulean eyes seemed to drown my soul whenever we made eye contact, his shiny blonde hair that he kept in a neat style, and his exuding aura shone wherever he goes, attracting and intimidating everyone around him. He’s ready to take his role as the future alpha now. He looks drop-dead gorgeous and ravishing

His growl resonated with both challenge and curiosity. From the encroaching darkness emerged a figure, towering and clad in armor made of obsidian shards. His eyes, a piercing shade of red, locked onto ours. "I am Draken, the Guardian of the Abyssal Void. The Heart's call has reached even my realm, and its power is not yours alone to wield." I stepped forward, summoning the energy of the Veiled Haven. "We do not wish to hoard its power, but to protect it. If your intentions are true, there's no need for conflict."

she tapped the lazy lightning dragon on her shoulder and it woke up and let out a lazy yawn, "Twinkle, its time to protect big brother Xasha." The lazy dragon seemed to have woken up on the mention of those words. It rose from Tulip's shoulder and bolted into the open sky. Soon, she turned into a Massive dragon nearly a thousand feet long. Verra could feel the pressure coming from the dragon and it was no weaker than that of a peak Thorium Realm mage, the level of shock she felt could not be described.

Gideon was recruited similarly by his handler Cameron. Dragon is about six feet tall with dark hair and dark as sin eyes. No one really likes to work with him because of his intensity. Years ago, I was partnered with him on a mission, and it was not good. We barely spoke during the mission. And all I felt was unease throughout the whole experience. He was methodical and efficient in his kills. I had never left so much blood in our wake. Once the mission was done, we went our separate ways and never met again. But it took me a long time to get over the nightmares of that mission.

Ryder instantly growl's and take control. My bones crack and am reshapened into a seven foot grey coloured alpha. Drake also transforms into seven foot black coloured Ryker with a scared eye. Drake in his beast form instantly dash at him with a heavy vein shattering punch. The punch tremendous impact sends me flying against the royal cottage fence to the centre of the pack. Drake without granting me recovering time instantly leap to my location. The pack members scream over both terrifying battling beast. Drake connects another attack but I react faster.

I rolled my eyes at her. “I’m not sure. It’s probably just his dragon trying to show himself. They're very possessive and dominant creatures. I’m sure it was just making sure we weren’t a threat.” I mused. I began to slowly jog to keep up with Garren. His stride was almost twice the length of my own. He was well over six and a half feet tall. Making my five-foot, nine stature look tiny. Everything about him was huge. He looked like a small giant.

Glancing about the courtyard, she spotted his friends approaching, all of them wearing a blanket confused expression. Drake loomed over her, placing a palm on the wall behind her. He looked her up and down with a cruel sneer. "A pretty thing like you could make good money turning tricks." "Are you fucking serious?" Dailey asked, trying to square up to him. It was a difficult task, being as her head only reached his chest. At 5 foot 3, Dailey was far from formidable in her stature and a full foot shorter than Drake. He snickered as she tried her best to look intimidating.

Okay I rectify, a bodyguard does smile. I can't remain on the stairs while stalking them. I suck in a breath and walk down the remaining stairs. "Hey." I say nervously, waving a little, cutting of their conversation. They both look at me and quickly stand up. I immediately feel shorter. I am not short, but I am feeling like a dwarf compared to them. The model must be about 6 feet 3 inches, much taller than my father. "Here she is." My dad says, walking to me. "Hayat."