Whitebeard Height Novels & Stories

“Without wasting much time, let me introduce you to our fighters!” As if on cue, the spotlight traveled to one end of the arena and illuminated the figure of a burly man with the physique of a Greek god. This man was about seven inches tall - the size of a giant - with arms that were as large as a an actual human! His legs were like pillars, adhering him firmly to the ground below. The power contained in them was enough to destroy a wall! Unlike his remarkable physique features, this man’s facial features were barely average. If one had to pick out something that stood out about his face, it was his abnormally long beard that extended to his chest.

Clank! The first six giant weapons, whether it’s a hammer, mace, claw, or just a strengthened fist struck at her shield and she only felt a little bit of vibration from her shield but… ROOOAARRRRRRR!!!! The last giant that uses the giant white bone sword jumps down from a height of more than 50 meters before transforming its arms sword into a proper white bone sword that it could stably hold with two hands. ROOOAARRRRRRR!!!!----------------------!!!!

I tell the person and press on the floor where my office is at. I look beside me and almost gasp when I see the man Infront of me. My mouth is in a gape as I stare at the model that just stepped out of a magazine. He is tall,like really tall even for me and I am taller than most human females. He could be around 6'5-6'7,his jaw looks sharp and his beard is clean shaven. His Brown hair is dark and styled to perfection and his 5'5 connects to his clean shaven beard.

He also seemed to participate in war in the middle east. He does look scary and dangerous with his imposing height at 6'5 and the grizzly beard on his face looking more like a cave man or even the beast in beauty and the beast. I am totally beauty because look at that height, the muscles, the body and his raggedy handsomeness with the beard but model like hot when clean shaven. I'm only just a woman after all. Moreover, they did one last try to get him to divorce and marry her but my husband being my husband, he refused.

The sword flew back into the hand of its wielder, and Belzebub and Asmo turned to face their attacker. Their eyes locked onto him, their minds racing with questions. Who was this mysterious swordsman? And how did he manage to slash their tire - and nearly decapitate Belzebub - with such precision? He possessed piercing brown eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity. He stood at an impressive height of around 6 feet 5 inches, with a strong and athletic build that exuded power and grace. His black hair was a wild tangle of locks that fell to his shoulders, framing his chiseled features and piercing brown eyes that seemed to see right through to the soul.

Caras Pov The air shifted. A suffocating weight settled over the council chamber as the spiked warrior entered the grand hall. My heart thundered at the mere sight of him. This was the first time I was seeing him properly, and he stood at almost 6,1 foot tall, with powerful biceps and triceps bulging out from his tight skin Armor he gaped on himself. He was a mountain of a man and with arms the size of a full-grown man's thighs.

Finally, there was a plush, light brown furry sofa. Sitting on the sofa was a white-skinned man with black hair, wearing black pants and a white-colored T-shirt. His muscular physique showcased broad shoulders, and his well-defined chest muscles were clearly visible through his translucent shirt. He appeared to be in his forties, standing at around 190 centimeters tall. Behind him stood another muscular man with tanned skin, sporting a military-style haircut, presumably serving as a bodyguard. "Welcome, please have a seat," the muscular man in the white shirt invited me to sit.

I bared my neck to him immediately. He was not what I was expecting. He was taller than the twins. About 6 foot 7 at least. He was huge with bulging muscles and black hair to his shoulders with facial hair that wasn't overgrown. It was just enough to make him look sexy. He didn't look anything like the twins. And when he told me that I didn't need to bare my neck to him, I actually thought that was really odd.

he said kindly. Malia was unmoved and ignored the man's greeting. She paid attention to the body proportions of the man who was standing in front of her. Not too tall, not too short. His body looked thin for someone who was 174 centimeters tall. His hands were veined, like someone who often spends his mornings or evenings at the gym.

The soldiers talked amongst themselves as a bright illumination showered upon the back of their host. Their imagination ran wild on all things unpleasant and no one was comforted in entering the domain of one who can just easily kill them with a single touch of its hands. "Come inside, People of Terra!" Maru invited once more. He turned around and his frame of 7 foot tall was the highest of them all. Not only was he imposing in size but he was also elegant at the same time. His movements measured with finesse and composure that could only be had if one was a noble who practiced for years upon years on the manners that dictated such a lofty status.