Waluigi Height Novels & Stories

“How tall are you, brother?” “201cm.” “How tall…” Firash calculated inside his head, looking up in a daze. “6 ft 7.2,” Sleepy answered. “Ah! Nearly my height. 6 ft 9.” Firash pointed at himself and was extremely proud. “Yeah. I know.” Eagle sighed. “How about you?” Firash sized Malikul up, looking down at him with folded arms over his chest. “178cm,” Malikul answered obediently yet his eyes fixated on Eagle. “It is a perfect height for them.”

The black longsword cut through several buildings with each strike, but Wilbur remained unharmed thanks to his light shield. Wilbur soon began to analyze the giant's combat prowess. The giant grew rapidly in just a few minutes, reaching a height of fifty meters, then seventy meters, and ultimately stopping at a staggering height of one hundred meters.

I huffed, waving my hands at them to stop it. I looked over at the wolf leading their training, “Room for a couple more of us?” I looked him over. He was about Victor's height which put him at 6’0” with ashy black hair and blue-green eyes. He was lean and toned, and clearly took care of himself.

Taking the panties out, she positioned them on his head before pulling his braid through one of the holes none to gently eliciting an irritated growl from the male. Once she had it tugged through the hole she asked Habu to make him stand. She glared up at him once he did. He was about the same size as Viper. Almost eight feet if he wasn't. She thought about kneeing him where the sun didn't shine but had an even better idea.

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.

The Alpha agreed, & one of the men dressed in white made his way towards her. He was a muscular man that towered above her. She estimated that he stood around 6'6" and easily weighed double, if not triple her own weight. At 5'3", 125lbs., the man no doubt thought she would be an easy take down, but she knew better. "The bigger they are, the harder they fall," Gia reminded her as she glanced at the tall muscular frame that stood before her. "And fall, he will," she replied smiling inwardly at her wolf.

No girlfriend meant no experience to discuss. Lucas gritted his teeth in anger and glanced at Oliver's pants again. "Oliver, don't think I don't know what you're going upstairs to do!" "What? Can't I do anything to my legal wife?" Oliver reached out and touched Lucas's bald head. "If you don't sleep tonight, you'll be a dwarf in the future." "You're the... dwarf!" Lucas felt deflated. Oliver, at 1.9 meters tall, was anything but short.

With a cold snort, he reached out and pulled a short figure out of the carriage directly. He was only about one meter tall and looked like a child, but there were already some wrinkles on his face, and his long beard and gray hair showed that he was no longer young. As for the short figure... the inscription master who led the huge Flaming Metal Puppet Army was a born ugly dwarf.

I bite my lip nervously and look at the large palace. "They won't. You know we've only heard good things about everyone here. I'm sure they'll be thankful for all the help they can get." Kiki's right. I slowly make my way to the palace gate and swallow when I see the large guards. I may be a weretiger, but I'm only slightly over five feet tall.

Then continued, “I honestly don’t think I would have a fated mate. I’m not just a werewolf and my other half doesn’t follow the wolf rules.” “Well, I guess we’ll find out, won’t we? Your birthday is when?” He untangled the brush from my hair and carefully worked through the tangles. "How tall are you, anyway?" I accused. Ignoring him, I realized he towered over me, making me feel small, and he and his brothers were all around the same height. Raising his brows, he retorted, “I’m average for a wolf six foot one. You're just short.” Defensively, I shared “I’m not short I am five foot five.” My face heating. I hate being called short. He continued brushing my hair. “Are you skipping on your tra