Digimon Tamers Henry Wong Novels & Stories

THBM EP 165 ~DOMINIC~ The tyres of my black van screeched to a halt in front of a gigantic white paint house. The same house where I almost lost Alicia yesterday, the same house where the blonde fucker had her take his ugly shaft, the same house where his blood was going to spill today.

If someone was looking for him his unique name was going to be a give away. “Pleasure! I’m Henry Vil.” Fenrir looked down at the man’s hand and then reached up and took it. Probably shook it harder than he should. He didn’t like it when he’d touched Tamara, but no spike to either’s scent so he didn’t actually do anything. Clearly shaking hands was a thing they did in greeting, he still didn’t like it. “Where is your specialty?” Henry asked and Tamara smiled when Fenrir just stared down at him. Henry swallowed slightly.

"That is a tragedy. Henry is incredible. I know he’s just ink and pixels, but that poor, wandering soul is basically my twin flame." "And the story is called 'Hopeless Henry'?" Luke began scouting for a gap in the parking deck near Navarro Ridge. "Exactly. His name is Henry," Cass said. He shook the toy for Bingley as they snagged a spot. "He’s a low-brass player in his pack’s war band. Plays the tuba." Luke let out a bark of laughter. "A tuba? You're pining for a guy who lugs around a giant metal horn? Isn't that the one with the long sliding piece?"

Jonathan turned away, satisfied with himself. He lifted his hand to gesture to his warriors to finish the job, but he froze when a mighty roar emerged from right behind him. Startled, he turned around to face Henry again. He was the one who had roared, and his eyes had turned red while his fangs elongated between his teeth. Jonathan was taken aback. Even if Henry had not shifted fully, his aura was strong and clearly showed that his wolf was not weak. How could be so strong when his wolf was weakened by the champignon smell? It made no sense. He was even more shocked as Henry’s warriors who had fallen to the ground got up one by one, appearing to have regained their strength.

Henry speaks in an audible voice and I join my fingers together, fumbling as I try to calm my racing heartbeat. I don’t say a word and the challenger also steps out of the line. Now all eyes vacate my body and glue on his. He’s fairly well-built and quite tall. Not as tall as Henry though. The buff male has full wavy chocolate-brown hair and bold tattoos around his back. An image of a blue water dragon particularly stands out on his light skin. Beautiful.

Olivia’s POV When the screaming stopped, and Damien’s eyes returned to their normal red hue, Henry immediately apologized to Damien, “I’m sorry, Damien. Truly. That was so foolish of me. Of course your pet is yours alone. Forgive me.” The pain seemed to have entirely sobered him. “I was hungry,” he continued. “I lost myself for a moment.” Turning to Lucy, he exposed his fangs once more. Lucy paled, her eyes widening in fear, as Henry lurched forward and clasped his mouth to her neck.

"But she's gone and you don't know where she lives" "I know her name and I have a picture of her in my phone.... " Andre smacks his head. "Pervert! You took a sneaky picture of her?!" "She was just too cute, I couldn't resist!" He laughs throatily. "Show me the picture!" Andre commands him. Sean reach for his phone in his pocket and hands it to Andre. Andre tries to turn it on but it didn't. "Your phone is power off! Maybe some other time I'll check but first, you need to take a shower and get some sleep!"

Henry growled back, his wolf taking a defensive stance. “Isn’t it obvious?” Eric asked. “Men like Henry only care about one thing… getting the throne. Your Enigma baby prevents him from doing that.” Xaden growled again, his wolf surging, only stopping because Lucas was inserting himself between the brothers. His wolf understood that Lucas was not a threat and was family, but all he could see when he looked at Henry was a threat to his mate, and he only knew one thing… he had to eliminate that threat. “I wasn’t after Maeve, I was after her baby,” Henry hissed as if that made it any better.

He’s attractive too — I’ve often thought his smile, in particular, is rather distracting. “Do you have a mate, Henry?” Renee asks, smirking when she catches me checking him out. I flush. Henry settles on his lounger, getting comfortable. “No. I can’t find my mate while this is active,” he says, pointing to the tattoo on his shoulder. I’ve noticed it before — a black circle with a howling wolf’s head in the centre, and calligraphy looping around the inside rim. I frown at him. “What do you mean?”

Doris could not contain her curiosity but dared not ask until Lora spoke up and asked, "Henry, are you very familiar with Young Master York?" Doris waited eagerly for the answer, as she also wanted to know that. Henry smiled and replied, "Not really!" "Not really? Why does he seem a bit afraid of you then?" Lora asked. "Because I'm more powerful than him," Henry said, smiling. "Alright, stop asking these meaningless questions." He attempted to conclude the conversation. "Just curious," Lora said. Then, a familiar voice appeared, happily saying, "Henry?" Henry was surprised to see Winson.