Miruko Height Novels & Stories

Sometimes I'd be having panic attacks and all I had to do was try and recall what his voice sounded like and everything would get rectified. "Do I know you?" I stepped into the throne room, the heels on my feet making it obvious that Monique Jenkins was in there. I wasn't impressed at all by what I saw. A man, about five feet and ten inches tall-- only about four inches above my five feet six inches--he was nothing compared to Marcus. Marcus was almost a foot taller than I was--with tousled brown hair(another uninteresting factor when compared to Marcus's sexy, blonde hair). All sorts of birthmarks peppered his skin. His pointed nose was an indication that he was very British.

Is it because this butler is a werewolf who can shift and also a beta that's why he's strong? Well, it must be. Anyway, I envy this butler for having muscles... he might also have eight-pack abs. My eyes won't be mistaken when it comes to this. Hah, I missed my original body. My body had a height of one seventy-five centimeters which is taller compared to a woman's normal height. Well, it was because of genes since my parents are also tall. The butler glanced at me and smiled warmly. “I'll hold your bag, young lady.”

Among his recent relationships where he found himself in a new kind of relationship, that time, when he thought about his difficulties, how everything could be different. He was tall, muscular with white hair, a half-breed of Japanese with European German blond, his statuesque body, his defined body of prominent muscles, a tight outfit, long hair, his size, measuring 1.80 meters in height, he had blue eyes. ice, thick lips and snow-white skin.

“Lycan King Gabriel… I have heard about you. Mind If I see your Lycan?” He asked me. Without hesitation Mika came forward. We grew to over two and a half feet over his large human body. My Lycan was easily 10’ tall. Mika thought he would be funny and proceed to walk around the dragon king. “He needs to know that he doesn’t intimidate us.” The dragon king had a look of amusement on his face.

Those were happy times, he recalled. "Your Excellency…" can you please stop blabbering drivel? Was what Octavio wanted to say but he caught himself on time. He found that this immortal was strange. Even his form was weird. The man stood 9 feet tall with bulging muscles all over his naked body. His head was hairless. It was the tallest and biggest human expert he had ever seen. Of course, there were many techniques that could enlarge body size. But that would constantly release magic signature around its body.

I let out in a panicked whisper, unable to find my voice as he easily spun me around to face him. I looked up at his tall stature, craning my neck to look into his eyes. I was no short woman, in fact that is what made me so famous: it was my height. I stood at 1.79 metres and towered over most of the people, but compared to Master Abigor, I seemed so short. I reached by his shoulder, in fact, I believe just below the height of his shoulders. It made him all the more threatening.

"So, when are your claws planning to pay my pouch back the old debt?" "...What?!" "Your ears heard my voice clearly," my body rises from the soft hide seat, folding my arms and narrowing my silver eyes at her face. "I hope your small brain hasn't forgotten what my tongue said just now about the million tokens?" My frame stands at five-foot-six, taller than Mirelle’s body by a few inches, but the size difference feels like a heavy pack wall pressing down on her spirit. Mirelle cannot quite meet my sharp gaze.

As her gaze inadvertently shifted to his shirtless form, she couldn't help but gulp. Why, oh why, did the moon goddess have to bless her with a man as handsome and hot as Blaze? He wasn't just well-endowed down there; his entire physique was massive, boasting broad shoulders, a formidable 50-inch (130 cm) chest, bulging arm muscles, and his sexy washboard abs. Standing at an imposing height of 6'7 (ca. 201 cm), he presented a towering figure, akin to a hulking force. The room seemed to shrink in comparison to his robust stature, leaving Astrid both mesmerized and bewildered by the overwhelming impact of his stature.

That's when this handsome guy pulled me back into his arms. God, I can't face this attack of handsomeness twice. But... wait a minute! Since when did a werewolf like me recognize God? "It looks like you're okay. Do you need me to carry you to your house?" I shook my head. My face felt hot. I quickly let go of his embrace and stood at a distance. This time I managed to stand up straight. My gaze was glued to the man who was right beside the trash can. He was tall and slim. He reached at least 190 centimeters, very tall. Unlike me who was only 165 centimeters tall.

Though he couldn't allow Gabby's mate to do that, when he found his mate that was. Seeing the she-wolf in the light of the day his men weren't wrong, she was indeed a tiny she-wolf, their estimate of their height was off though, those boots of hers added a good two inches of height to her small frame, she couldn't be more than 5"6'. He was going to tower over the top of her when they came face to face, she would fear him instantly. He smiled to himself, he was 6"10' and muscled to the hilt, his shoulders so wide he only just fit through a standard sized door way.