Miruko Height Novels & Stories

ANDREA Jacob and I walked down the street, holding an ice cream. I licked mine, and he just stood there Luke he was holding another one for me while looking at me. I can't help but admire his height. He's tall. I looked at him. "How tall are you?" I asked. He gave me an eye smile. "6'5. Why? Are you embarrassed that I'm way taller than you?" He asked. I shook my head. He may be taller than my brother, but Milo is 6'2.

His face had that display of arrogance which made me realise that it would have been better to listen to him rather than to make fun of yourself. Adding to these features was his built. It wasn't muscular but at the same time was impeccable with no extra fat and muscles were at the right places. His figure was lean and at a height of 6 feet 1 inch approximately. "Never seen a handsome boy before, huh?" He asked with amusement dancing in his eyes. I quickly averted my eyes away from him and tried to focus on what had just happened. Life was getting so tough and needed thousands of answers. Mike's death and then this incident.

“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.

He opened the door, stared up at the tub of mint chocolate chip sitting smugly on the top shelf, and immediately realized the problem. No stepping stool in sight. He sighed dramatically.“I need help getting something.” Yo Han appeared behind him almost instantly, peering over his shoulder. “Why can’t you get it yourself?” Li Han turned just enough to give him the flattest, most unimpressed glare he could manage. “Because you’re humongously tall.” “Or maybe,” Yo Sun drawled, suddenly appearing on Li Han’s other side, “you’re incredibly short.” “I’m not short.” Li Han lifted his chin. For a beta he was actually tall—173 cm, thank you very much. Most betas hovered between 165 and 170. He’d bare

Charlie smiled before he said, “Mr. Kobayashi, you aren’t too bad yourself. It seems as though you are also full of energy and have a pretty good temperament yourself. However, you are just a little too short.” Jiro felt a little depressed for a short while. He was less than 1.7 meters tall. Although he had an ordinary height among other Asian men, he was still far behind compared to the standard of being tall, rich, and handsome. Jiro had always dreamt of being able to grow as tall as 1.8 meters tall. However, even after trying all sorts of methods, he could not do so at all.

Merrick however, went around to help the woman to her feet. “Are you okay?” Merrick chuckled, offering his hand. “Yes, I’m fine.” She grunted, getting to her feet. “It’s not every day we get royalty around these parts.” Now that she was on her feet, Ronin could see that she was quite short, no more than 5 feet. The hood of her robe had fallen back to reveal a blonde chin bob. Her blue eyes, though soft, shone with intellect. After straightening her robe, she looked up and her gaze locked with Merrick’s.

Easygoing Daria. Fuck. This was going to be difficult. “I am,” I replied, smiling softly at the she-wolf. “I also dance a little.” “How… charming,” she said, her smile sharpening. “You’re a lot frailer than I expected,” another remarked. Well, compared to them, I was. Werewolves were tall; even the women stood somewhere above five foot ten on a good day. “How is she supposed to bear the heir of a powerful werewolf male?” someone whispered. Barely.

It doesn't change anything for him knowing, and he won't be pleased to hear I'm bringing along one of his siblings. Overhead Death could see the angel in question. They landed in front of him and made a small bow. "Mira. Pleased to meet you, sir." Mira stood 5'11" tall with long silver hair down to her back. She had green eyes and light skin and was wearing a white-clothed outfit that wrapped around her body. "You can fly or ride with me if you want. I don't know if you're used to an uništi's speed though." Death would prefer she fly but knew it could be taxing on an angel's mana.

POV: Echo I quickly wiped away my tears and was pleasantly surprised when Noira bounded over and picked me up in a hug so tight it took my breath away. We both giggled when she set me down, and even at 5’5”, the average height for a she-wolf, she still towered over me. “I am so glad you are healed and out of the hospital now!” She squealed as Blaze wrapped his arm around his waist.

Marcus made a sweeping motion with his hands to indicate his invitation for her to join him. Once she was standing next to his six-foot-two-inch muscular physique, her petite five-feet-one-inches was even more apparent. This was also something that wasn’t often found amongst werewolves. They were strong, powerful beings. The women averaged a height of five-feet-four inches to five-feet-seven inches and the men generally ranged between five-feet-nine inches and six-feet with a few, like Marcus, even taller. Laughter broke the silence when a jeer came from somewhere in the crowd that if she truly was one of them, she had to have been the runt of the litter.