Nightwing Height Novels & Stories

I'm sure she's safe, hiding somewhere for a mission. *Please, Moon Goddess, bring back Aria.* The prayer comes from the bottom of my heart. A breath slips free of my lips. “Let's go back.” He grabs my wrist. “Ouch!” Pain strikes my muscles. He slowly unlocks his grip on my wrist, sliding his hand to his side. “Now what?” “My body is aching.” He angrily clenches his jaws, closing his fingers into tight fists. “Wait here. I'll call Victor.” As he stands at the door and makes a call, my gaze secretly lingers on his broad back. He is around 6 feet tall, his blonde hair reaching to his neck is shimmering under the moonlight, and his muscles are tightening against his shirt.

Hemsworth, who disembarked with a stern and imposing demeanor, he took a moment to survey his surroundings. In his early sixties, he remained remarkably impressive, standing at a towering 6'2" with a robust physique that defied his age. His commanding presence easily deceived observers, as he could effortlessly pass for a man in his early forties. Justin mirrored his father in appearance, inheriting not only his striking features but also his towering height and well-proportioned body. In contrast, Nicholas took after his mother in looks but shared his father's impressive stature. Mr. Hemsworth exuded an intimidating aura, striking fear into everyone around him with his dark and menacing pre

"That's the way we like it. You're small enough to fit perfectly between us." Kevin pulled his wife to him, cradling her to his chest. He was a grand total of 5'11", maybe hitting the 6-foot mark. His gorgeous wife was no more than 5'6", and he was very right that I would fit perfectly between them. The vision alone made it worth the comments about me being Tinker Bell. -

I’m pretty sure she’s forgotten that she’s naked. Drake gets in her face. Leana is taller than me, closer to 5’10” while I’m only 5’9”, but Drake has several inches on her. He’s towering over her, obviously used to using his height to intimidate others. She stands with her hands on her hips, glaring up at him. If he thinks his height will be a deterrent to her, he’s wrong. We’re surrounded by tall, strong men all day, every day and using intimidation is what werewolves do.

With no warning, the glass wall slid downwards, my eyes watching him like a hawk just in case he decided he's alive now and wants to escape. He still didn't move. I put the remote into my pocket and picked up my tablet, making my way to him. I quickly switched it on and logged in while stopping in front of him. It was then I noticed just how tall this guy must be. His head, even while it was drooped down, still reached my chest. I guessed that he is around six foot six. I'd like to think I'm pretty short. Just five foot three.

Had it been the truth? I peered through the window, mulling over how to best get an answer. Gowan seemed to be sleeping, his large form splayed out on a bed built with an extension. His knee was in a brace and one shoulder was in a sling. I knew he was nearly seven feet tall; by far the tallest wolf I’ve ever met– but seeing him defenseless like this was still jarring.

I decided to listen to my heart! Hey, boy, I am going to protect both of us! I approached him while taking long strides before grabbing his wrist with my hand. I couldn't help but notice how his green-green piercing eyes met mine with a mix of curiosity and surprise. He was tall with broad shoulders that complemented his well-built physique. He was wearing a white full-sleeved shirt that was perfectly fitted against his biceps, accentuating his muscles. I estimated his height to be around 195cm, which made him quite impressive.

A Luna was supposed to bring peace, not attack its inferiors. My chest aching, I looked back at the woman. She was bowing her head and sighing softly. Why did she stay silent and not retaliate against them? She was about five feet seven inches tall. Her body was athletic. So she could win against them physically. Was it because of her position that she was afraid?

the darkling? I smiled. I liked it. I nodded to myself and started jotting down all I knew about DIMPLES. Hmm, he has a dragon tattoo on his torso. He is hot, amazing physique, abs to die for. Focus, Bella. OK, what else... Oh, the darkling's height, he was a little over six feet. There was chain around his neck too. I sighed and stared at my notes, there was no way this was going to work. There was a possibility that these too were to different people. The darkling was definitely supernatural but was DIMPLES.

He looked completely defenseless even when his body felt the threat that surrounded them. When he looked at her again, he saw that she had trouble fighting her intrusive thoughts. There was a slight crease between her brows and fidgeting that looked uncomfortable. Her fingers were curled and uncurled a few times. “Albert…” Shadow said. “Yes, m’lord.” He lowered his massive body, bending slightly. His tall figure had already completely hidden Shadow from the eyes of the enemies. The average height of the people in the underworld was higher than 5’10 feet.