Romans & histoires Invader Zim Almighty Tallest Purple

Astrid said and inwardly smirked at Purple, who was looking a little bit disappointed and unhappy. But Purple didn't want to be sad for her mate, who acts like a dick and doesn't care for her, and the moment when Vance left Purple alone, she decided that she will never care for this man. She just scoffed and, " look, midget, I am not here on my wish, I am here because the alpha called me." and Vance shouted at Purple but not that loud to take the attention of the people who were present in that room. " Listen here, you, don't you ever call her midget, and she is right; you shouldn't be here."

I gagged and as soon as I could retaliate someone else held my hand. I managed to open my eyes from the sudden shock and found two giant beats standing before me. Zeus is the tallest man I have ever seen but them… they were about 7 feet tall and it was just a rough estimate. Because I could see the two feet distance between our head, but why couldn’t I sniff their scent? It would’ve alarmed me, who are they? One of them had a dark complexion with black curly hair, his eyes glowing bright as if he is about to turn. I turned my gaze to the other one, who was comparatively lethal to look at, however a girl.

“We don’t have much time, Agent Zuri. Please take care of her instantly.” Agent Zuri apologized and mumbled again, “Thought that was funny...anyways by transformer, I am in charge of agents who have to change their appearance for missions.” I nodded. She looked at a picture Uncle Rush handed her and pushed her glasses up her nose, nodding to herself, and glanced at me every now and then. “So Zen Alaric Malcolm...5’8 in height, weighs 59….lean body...brown eyes, black hair…” After a minute of silence, I stood there awkwardly as she looked up at me up and down and clapped her hands, and exclaimed “Yes, this is going to be easy.”

Right then, the ground beneath them started to shake. "Raaah!" A massive zombie came charging out of nowhere. Each step it took sent a tremor through the ground. The giant zombie stood over ten feet tall, muscles bulging so hard that they had torn through its clothes. It barreled straight toward the building. "That's a level 5 strength-enhanced zombie!" The moment Colin saw it, his pupils shrank. "It's insanely strong!" As his words fell, a loud boom rang out.

I took my gaze away from her, albeit difficult, and made my way to the mountaintop hovel. There were a set of curtains that acted as a makeshift door to the simulated home, and beyond that was only darkness. I pulled the sheets apart to make my way inside, and got my first look at Zero. His avatar was incredibly muscular, but I knew that was more than likely a façade. His head was completely shaved, and he wore nothing more than a pair of black, boxing shorts. Mr. Zero the Great sat in a style that made me think he was meditating just before I'd bothered him. He was crossed-legged sitting on a small pillow, and his entire joint had burning candle around him.

"Hey. I need to use the loo." Zie were built a little like Sam and had a figure a lot like Kait. Tall but very slender. At first glance, zie was a gangly five feet five inches tall. Zie also had the most beautiful hair that I had come to witness. It was a rainbow mix of colors that resembled the colors of a peacock. Zir face was beautifully as well as delicately framed. Zie was wearing jeans with a pride belt that was wrapped around them and then fell off to one side. Zie also had the most earth shattering, blue eyes. Bold. Confident. Not one to take orders, but rather one to command.

My heart was in my throat as I watched him walk towards me. Zaire wasn't tall, nor was he a short guy. Since I was 6'3 ,I would assume that he was probably around 5'10. He was wearing blue pajama bottoms and a grey hoodie that looked similar to one of the many ones I owned. He had on a pink bonnet on his head, which made him look so cute. Not cute like a girl, but cute like a strong athletic guy with clear skin and a pink bonnet on his head.

“Zaphriel,” his voice comes out in a croaky whisper. “Long time no see,” Zaphriel responds with a genuine smile. “You’ve grown so tall, little brother. You were the last to bloom, but here you are standing three inches taller than I am.” “I am merely 6’4, brother. Not too tall.” “But you are tall.” Zaphriel steps near, standing only an inch close to Zeedar. “I heard about Ziason’s demise… I’m sorry.”

That was the sound of starved zombies catching the scent of fresh meat. Heavy footsteps made the ground tremble. Keith spun toward the sound. His blood ran cold. A tide of ordinary zombies was pouring out of the workshop—dozens of them. And at the front of the horde stood a monster nearly three meters tall. Its muscles bulged like stone. Its skin had a metallic, iron-gray sheen. And in its hand, it gripped a snapped steel I-beam like a club. [Target: Strength-Type Zombie (Tier 2)] [Strength: 80]

It felt as if she could snap my head in two without a worry. The tallest man that had purple hair that reached his shoulders had clothes that were tight and dark as well with no sleeves that allowed seeing his huge arm scar that said more than words. The man was no newbie when he came to fight; he had armor on his chest and shoulders. His pants were flexible, built for action. His golden eyes watched us, unamused.