Incredible Hulk Height Novels & Stories

Jack said, in a whisper. My jaw fell as I looked up at him again. We were still moving, and it was clear we were heading toward the only real cabin with four walls. Suddenly a man popped out of its door, and he was huge. Lumberjack huge, Andre the Giant huge. Easily seven feet tall and a mass of muscle. As we neared, I could tell he was tired though, worn down and maybe scared? “Tracy,” Finch said, reaching him and putting his hand on his arm.

I instinctive took a step back when I saw him. The man was huge! He was so tall his head reached the top of the door. Probably about 6'6! His shoulders were so wide, they practically touched both sides of the door. Even worse, a single scar ran down his face, from his left eye to his lip! He looked really fearsome, like he could break me in half if I looked at him the wrong way. He looked faintly familiar but for the life of me, I couldn't remember exactly where I'd seen him.

He had saved her life and had done his best. He stood up, pointed inside, and then outside. His meaning was very clear. He told her not to go in again! If she wanted to live. He suddenly stood up. His height... was 1.9 meters, which was unusual.

“Besides, that stupid fucker wouldn’t know what to do if I actually backed my ass all up on him.” Lyra snorted so hard she doubled over. “There she is.” The announcer stepped into the center of the ring. “Fighters! To the ring!” Across the arena, Hugo was already climbing through the ropes. Holy hell… The man looked like he had been carved out of concrete. He stood well over six feet, with shoulders wide enough to block the lights behind him. His arms were thicker than both my thighs put together. I happened to like my thighs. Years of training had built solid muscle throughout my body, but standing across from him made me look downright tiny.

“Stand up. You made my pants dirty, you hideous monster.” Arthur was just like a poor child, he did whatever Marcus said and did not dare to argue or hesitate. Tall figure standing up, compared to Marcus about 5'11 tall, Arthur must be 5'18 or even approximately 5'19. With his outstanding height, strong and muscular muscles, his tremendous strength beyond ordinary people, his bloodthirsty, aggressive and dangerous nature, and his unrecognizable appearance as a normal person. Arthur was identical to the werewolf images recorded in ancient books.

I mumbled under my breath as he rose to his full, imposing height—tall and incredibly huge. My eyes trailed slowly over his entire powerful body down to his big feet, my jaw dropping wide open in shock and sudden lust. A black man. A big fucking black man built like the Hulk. Fuck! His hands were enormous. My dirty mind instantly painted a vivid, filthy picture of the massive dick swinging between those powerful thighs. My pussy clutched deeply, walls squeezing with a tight, needy spasm. “I apologize deeply,” he said, clapping those huge hands together, his rich baritone voice vibrating through the air so deliciously that my nipples ached painfully.

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

"H-How can someone be this tall? He's twice the height of an average man!" The warrior, named Ursa, stood nearly seven feet tall, with a massive, muscular frame. His clothing barely contained the bulging muscles of his arms, which were thicker than an average man's waist. His fists were the size of cauldrons. The Nidora generals, who had been eager moments before, hesitated as soon as they saw his build. 'Who could possibly beat him? Surviving unscathed would already be a miracle!' In the face of such overwhelming physical power, their confidence wavered. Yet, some believed that the warrior might be all size and no skill—his large frame perhaps making him clumsy.

I found myself giving a slow, involuntary nod of agreement. The man was a towering wall of muscle, easily hitting 1.9 meters. He was the literal definition of a prime Alpha. Every limb was perfectly proportioned, encased in a rugged black tactical jacket and dark trousers that did nothing to hide the power in his frame—broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist and legs that seemed to go on forever.

A group of people formed a very thick human wall. Moreover, the huge weapons on their shoulders were bigger than the body of Samuel. If they just put the weapons on the ground, it would be enough to form an iron wall. In the middle of the crowd was the man with the bear body and dong face, who was 2.5 meters tall and stood there like a pillar, with a mace on his shoulder. Each of the spiked spikes on the mace was as thick as Samuel's arm. "One, two, three, four."