How Tall Is Sirius Black Novels & Stories

​ He wasn't sitting; he was standing, leaning against the back of his chair, arms crossed over a chest so broad it looked capable of snapping the spine of a smaller wolf. ​ Alpha Kael Blackwood. ​ He was every terrifying rumor brought to life. He was tall—easily 6'5"—with hair so dark it swallowed the light and features so sharp they looked sculpted from granite. The air around him shimmered with suppressed power, the kind that didn't need to be displayed to be understood.

Like they hold years of wisdom in them. His jet black hair a controlled mess, some parts slick back, other hairs falling gracefully on his god-like face. He is extremely tall, being around 7 feet tall. His tight black shirt exaggerates his wide shoulders with very muscly fatigue. His eyes shining with a surprised look, clearly amused at my panic. The darkness barely making it possible to see his face, yet the moonlight highlighting his strong cheekbones and plump lips.

She was 165 cm tall, but with 8-cm tall heels, she became more than 170 cm tall. Together with Kieran, who was 185 cm tall, they attracted everyone’s attention. Kieran was handsome. Whenever he decided to be serious during official situations, he appeared to be a professional elite instead of the flighty man he was in private. When they were about to deliver Richard his present, Carol hesitated. She looked around because she was worried that she would run into Titus again. But Abatus Black and Melecio Black, Richard’s eldest and second son, were the only ones standing beside Richard.

All I knew was I was running, and I was doing it as fast as possible…well, until I bumped into something as hard as a wall. “Easy…” The voice came in, and a hand surged forward, grabbing my arms and holding me still from falling. My breath hitched slightly, and I cast a glance, but in that brief moment of confirmation, all the air in my lungs vanished, and I froze. I had been too broken to play the voice in my head, but thinking about it now, he sounded as hot as he looked. Zaydeen Black of the Blacktorn stood at a reckless 6’4”, towering above me with a fucking six-inch advantage. He was dressed in a cosmic night suit, yet it hugged his figure so well my inner self churned from the sight.

“Isn’t this handsome? Bella, what’s wrong with your brain? This man is nearly 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and long legs. Just looking at his back, you can tell he can’t be ugly.” I tilted my head and thought for a moment. Sir is indeed very tall and has a great figure. His back view is probably similar to that of a model. “Stop comforting me,” I said, shaking my head. “If the Sir is so handsome, why would someone secretly take his photo and post it on the forum? This person can’t be here to help me.” Jenna seemed to be thinking about something. “Bella, tell us the truth. What’s your relationship with this relative?”

They moved with predatory grace, forming a semicircle before the platform. The back door of the center vehicle opened. What stepped out was not merely a man. It was a force of nature. Lyrian Blackthorn emerged, and the world seemed to tilt on its axis. He was tall, taller than any wolf I had ever seen, easily six and a half feet. His body was built like a weapon, all lean muscle and controlled power, wrapped in an immaculately tailored black suit. His hair was dark as midnight, slightly too long, falling across his forehead in a way that should have softened his appearance, yet somehow only made him more dangerous.

Sofia slipped into a pair of shimmery white stilettos that perfectly matched her dress. She had always preferred heels, as they brought her closer to Leonardo's towering height. Leonardo's tall stature, standing at a commanding 6' 8" or 6' 9" - Sofia couldn't be sure of the exact measure, was both awe-inspiring and intimidating. But it was precisely his height that fascinated her, making her heart flutter. She cherished those moments when he would stoop slightly, lowering his head to meet her gaze with his beautiful grey eyes, conveying tenderness and adoration in a single glance.

A deep, gravelly voice cut through the twilight like a blade. “You’re trespassing.” Bella froze, a squeak escaping her throat. She spun around—and nearly forgot how to breathe. The man standing ten feet away was massive. Easily 6’4”, broad shoulders filling out a black compression shirt that did nothing to hide the heavy muscles and intricate tattoos snaking down both arms. Dark hair cropped short, a jagged scar running along one sharp cheekbone, and eyes like polished obsidian that pinned her in place. Damien Black. The reclusive owner of the villa. Her neighbor. The man everyone whispered about but no one actually saw.

The two men made room for a third person to walk through, the man who spoke. He was the most gorgeous man in the entire world, standing at 7 ft, with black hair, dark blazing onyx eyes, and high chiseled cheekbones. His blazing gaze stuck on me and slowly, I felt Grayson's arms ease around me and I almost stumbled, but touched the wall for support. The man took three large steps towards me and raised his hand to caress my cheek. I felt sparks rush through my skin, making me jolt back.

"How do I know? All I want to see is his godly figure, and that is all I'm here for!" The lady reporter shook her head at the man beside her and looked around for the man in question! "You pervert, stop lusting over men's bodies and do some real work here!" "Shut up! I told you I'm already doing my best!" They were still talking when the door to the conference hall was pushed open and a man in an all-black tuxedo walked in. He had a god-like figure and was about 181 metres tall. His figure was mouth-watering and made the women around him drool over him.