Incredible Hulk Height Novels & Stories

I can feel the tension rise around me but for what reason exactly. When I look before me, I found the wall, I mean, the living wall. The man literally overshadowed my little figure. I was a little taken aback by his hugeness. He is about 6'7" tall or more and his large muscular built body didn't make it any easier for the eye. Just by seeing him, I was reminded of those giants that were said to have lived back in the days. Just with his fist, I felt that he could crush me.

Each face in the crowd looked on at me in absolute horror, as if they were preparing themselves to witness my death. I looked on at the rumored Alpha Killian as he came to a stop a mere five feet in front of me. I could finally see where all of the rumors had come from. While I stood at a whopping 5'3', Alpha Killian had to be well over 6' tall. Not only did he tower over me in height, but the frame of his body was enormous, with hands as big as my entire face. I resisted a shutter as I thought about how easily he could crush me, and end my simple life. Taking a deep breath, I looked up into the face of my mate, and felt my mouth open.

So arrogant, I just wanted to squash him to pieces. "What are you doing there, you ugly green Hulk?" Well, he looked like one. With his veins bursting and his face red, he even growled and grunted. He should be the new Hulk, with a red skin, not green. The Hulk turned to me for a moment, "What did you say you dwarf?!" His voice was so loud I though my ears were gonna fall off from my head. How dare he called me a dwarf! I was five foot five thank you, I wasn't small! "I said, 'What are you doing there, you ugly green Hulk."

Then that would explain a lot. - Of course, you do not understand, I willingly believe you. No, well, here it is! You were supposed to die, but instead you lost your memory! The man rose from his chair and stretched himself to his full height. Black instinctively leaned back, because in front of him was not just a tall man, in front of him was a giant! He was at least two meters tall, maybe more! Compared to his one hundred and eighty!

he was over seventeen meters tall, which was almost as tall as Victor's mech! His length was even more astonishing. Including his large tail, he was fifty meters long!

In a secret base: Hilter Reichert sat in his dark gloomy office: he was smiling at the figures on his high tech computer screen, the US $50 billion was safely within his off shore Swiss account. Hilter was medium in build and height, with what was once used to be a purely dark hair; he had dark eyes, Hilter had a moustache that connects to a goatee that was almost covered fully with streaks of gray, he was in his late 50s: A technological genius. He frowned when he saw Nerma standing outside his office, he gestured for Nerma to enter: Nerma was his giant body guard– enforcer– lieutenant. In his early 40’s, Nerma stood at an incredible 6 foot 10 inches tall.

Interesting. I stared at the man in utter shock. He was a giant in his late forties or early fifties, maybe around 1.98 meters tall and weighing around 260 pounds. He wasn’t bulky on steroids, but muscly, making his white crisp shirt too tight on his skin. “Damian Rosenheim?” I extended my hand. He shook my hand firmly. “Mr. Mad Shanewood.” He then went to shake hands with the guys behind my parents and me, introducing himself.

I muttered as I sat patiently in wait for my audience. Soon I heard footsteps walking towards me and looked up to find a hulk of a man walking towards me. His biceps were about thrice the size of my arm and he stood at an intimidating 6'5 in height. His handsome face had a small scar running down his cheeks and his brown eyes were mean and imposing. He looked every bit like a thug. A pretty brutal one to be exact. "Gina Harrington?" he asked in a deep voice that seemed to reverberate off the walls.

Time stopped as I took him all in. *** At 6’6, he was easily the tallest man in the room. His bronze skin was flawlessly pulled across his taught muscles. I glanced down at his chest and saw the thin T-shirt straining to cover his 8-pack. I forced my eyes to move back up to his face, and that’s when I saw it. A face that could only be described as carved by the Gods.

Caras Pov The air shifted. A suffocating weight settled over the council chamber as the spiked warrior entered the grand hall. My heart thundered at the mere sight of him. This was the first time I was seeing him properly, and he stood at almost 6,1 foot tall, with powerful biceps and triceps bulging out from his tight skin Armor he gaped on himself. He was a mountain of a man and with arms the size of a full-grown man's thighs.