Romans & histoires How Tall Is Draken Tokyo Revengers

He went closer to her. Drake is way taller than her in the height of approximately 6 feet and 2 inches tall while her on the other hand, is just five feet flat. She then looked up to look at the man, only to find out that it was already looking at her, rage and anger in his eyes like he wanted to kill her with that look. "Listen up, you conning bitch," he said then grabbed her arm tightly and pulled it closer to him. So close enough that she could feel the warmth of breathe.

Draken growled, ready to leave when she placed her hands on his chest again, stopping him as she looked up at him. "No. No. I...I... was making tea for you, it fell on my hands," She cleared out immediately as Draken narrowed his eyes at her. Dropping her gaze she wrapped her arms around his torso and hugged him tightly. He stiffened for a second as his eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he wrapped his bulky arms around her delicate form hugging her tightly. He dipped his head in the crook of her neck. Inhaling deeply. "If he ever hurt you again. I'll kill him," Draken grumbled against her neck as his lips brushed against her skin making her shudder. She could feel his body shaki

His gray eyes flashed with a hint of amusement, the corner of his mouth twitching. "As much as it is to watch you two drool over each other, can we get a move on with our orders? In case you've forgotten, there is a war going on out there, and we are nowhere near winning it." I drawled, pulling the attention back to me. Draven narrowed his eyes, a green glow mixing with them as his dragon showed its presence. Draven, dirty blonde, a few shades lighter than my hair, was braided back; he was taller than me by two inches, his shoulders a little wider than mine. But I didn't let him bully me around. I could punch just as hard as him and fight just as well.

Ash linked me. "I'm fine, just dig me out of here, but make sure Kayda and my pup are protected." I responded as I grunted under the effort to not crumbled under the weight of the concerete. I felt some weight lift and could see some light leaking through when I heard Kayda shouting for Sage and my adrenal began to surge through my veins. Someone else started franticly lifting rubble from me, and I stood flexing my muscles, making sure nothing was injured badly. Drakos's dragon form had burst out into the inner courtyard where the scent told me orange trees were being housed. At his full height, he was as tall as a two storey house but not quite as wide. I was going to have to use my small l

Draven stepped through. He was enormous. Taller and broader than Vaelor even in his more human form. His body was covered in thick, dark crimson scales that looked like hardened armor. Massive black horns curved back from his head. His eyes glowed blood-red. Sharp spikes ran down his spine and along his powerful arms. A long, ridged tail lashed behind him. He looked far more dragon than Vaelor ever had. The curse had not softened on him. It had made him even stronger, even more monstrous. Draven stopped in the center of the hall and stared at me. His red eyes moved slowly over my body. They lingered on my heavy breasts, my round spilling belly, my wide hips and thick thighs. A cruel smile sp

She pressed her palms against the cold floor, breathing hard through her nose. Her eyes stung. She would not cry. She wouldn't. Not here. Not in front of them. Not in front of him. Draven leaned down until his face was level with hers. Up close like this, the difference in their sizes felt almost obscene. He wasn't a giant, but he was power. He was 6'1 of controlled rage and sharpened strength, and she could feel it in the bond like static under her skin. He stared at her, eyes narrowed, jaw tight. He wasn't looking in admiration. He was assessing her like a problem. Like a threat.

Isolde peered down at the grounds, trying to see if she'd find Carldo, but instead she found her enemy, Draco. He stood high and mighty, addressing a group of males who knelt before him, covered with bruises. Isolde took that moment to study Draco's features. He had a well-proportioned body, easily the hottest she had seen in Abbator. This morning, his long, dark hair was curled and tied at the nape of his neck, leaving a few fringes on his forehead. He was nearly seven feet tall, the tallest male she'd ever seen. Though she wasn't close to him now, she could feel his aura, the power that floated from his being.

However, it was no easy task and attacks were still happening on occasion. For someone like Camille who came from a small town in the Midwest, this had all seemed a million miles away. Sure she had seen the news and social media but she had never seen a Draygonian in the flesh until now. The alien had to be at least 6'5". Black armour and military styled clothing covered the heavily muscled body while a helmet covered the head leaving just the face free of any coverings. Gold feline-like eyes glowed against grey-blue skin. White specks littered sharp cheekbones like freckles while markings sat above this particular soldier's left eyebrow and on his chin.

Kael’s head jerked toward the door. “He’s coming.” The air grew heavy. I could feel it, a magnetic pull that made every nerve in my body tighten. Footsteps echoed, slow, deliberate. Then the door opened. Draven Blackflame filled the room like he owned the world. He was taller than I remembered, his presence bending the air itself. His hair was black with streaks of crimson near the ends, his skin bronzed by firelight. Those eyes, molten gold with dragon-slit pupils, locked on me and didn’t waver.

It's a shame that all his handsomeness doesn't change the fact that he's just a bully and an asshole to me. But If I were, to be honest, Drake's handsomeness could never be compared with Kace’s. Notwithstanding I still loved Drake who had blonde hair, full lips, and a pointy nose. Drake’s height was 5 '9 and mine was 5' 6 so he wasn't very taller than me.