Frankenstein Henry Clerval Novels & Stories

I was more tired than I could have ever imagined that I could be. "So, you didn't sink your fangs into her neck branding her and completing the process?" Henry asked making me close my eyes which were starting at the ceiling and reply. "Nope. Anyway, why were you about to knock on the door?" "First things first," Henry said as he got up and pulled out a bag of blood from beneath the table as he threw it at next to me on the bed, sitting back and continuing,"Drink it. And, don't fucking take your necklace off before doing it. I don't need you clenching your teeth in pain or screaming and shouting that it hurts."

She stared at Sebastian without blinking and said, “Can you repeat your words? Whose brother did you say he was?” “How can you not recognize your own brother?” Sebastian glanced at her in disdain and continued, “Well, my daddy does look completely different than before.” “How are you so sure that he’s your daddy?” “Are you kidding? I’m not blind, I can still recognize my own dad.” Was he saying she was blind? At this moment, the subordinates she had sent to investigate Henry’s identity returned. “Director Zachary, we found out that Henry isn’t someone from Country M. He was sent to Chester Manor two years ago, and the person who sent him there was Summer Gabriel.”

Every day for the last month. Nausea rose in my stomach. Protectiveness hit me hard. I did not want Victor doing this to her. He did not see Clara as his wife. He saw her as a specimen he needed to keep in perfect condition. Track the food, track the rest, maintain the body. That was all. “This is wrong,” I said. Henry nodded. “I pulled the logs myself. He reviews them every morning before he even talks to her. I thought you needed to know right away.”

"I'm claiming that immediately." "She's a Morrison-Grey," I said. "The loud part is Morrison," he said. "I stand by that." Henry came to me. He sat on the edge of the bed and he looked at Clara with the expression that had been on his face when Ethan's hand had wrapped around his finger and hadn't let go, the expression of someone who had been completely undone and was entirely fine with it. "Hello, Clara," he said. In a gentle, ridiculous voice. Already.

'What a fool! "Your husband...?" Varca lifted his eyebrow up, taunting Kathleen. "Isn't he fair and charming, Kathleen? Why would you choose a human? A mere, puny, human? You could choose me, I mean...you saved me." Varca said, menacingly as he held Henry's jaw tightly. Kohl was gaining consciousness but it was already too late. Varca used a tremendous amount of pressure on Henry's jaw, the force no human's jaw could take. He crunched Henry's jaw like a walnut.

he ran his fingers in his hair “Who’s name?” Henry asked from the window and Dylan yelped in fear as he held he placed his hand on his heart “I thought you left, what is wrong with you” Dylan groaned “I actually wanted to stop bleeding before leaving, but what did you find” Henry placed his hands on his hips as he leaned over to look at the paper Dylan was holding “I came across this supernatural creature, and I think this might be the name of the thing you’re looking for” Dylan gave the paper to Henry

Henry was with us all the day. "Be careful Hazel. You are exactly at the top of the mountain," yelled Henry, with concerned. I replied, "Yes Prof. I am careful." He came close to me and muttered apologetically "I was really worried for you. But I didn't get the chance to visit you, I am very sorry. I hope I could be able to protect you." "It's alright. I am fine now, "I assured him. His extra care was little annoying for me. The day passed by, after lunch we were all in our tents. Prof. Henry was still with me and Ruth in our tent, Anna was outside so Ruth decided to find her and left. "You know I really care for you. You are very special for me," suddenly prof. Henry whispered coming closer

Not this time. With a smirk, I let my fangs lengthen and the transformation take hold. I could feel the subtle prickling in my face as my eyes turned a shade sharper, the veins beneath them faintly visible, glowing a dark, ominous red. I stepped forward, my low growl filling the space between me and the butler. Henry’s reaction was instant—he stumbled back, his normally composed expression breaking into shock. His eyes widened, recognition flooding his face. Somewhere deep down, he remembered me, or at least the legend of me. That familiar fear flared up in him, an instinct he couldn’t repress.

Henry said blankly ahead. Beverly and Helen looked at each other. It was as if they were talking with their eyes. Helen was afraid of what Henry said. Not long after, Alex and Kevin came over to them after they finished getting extra lessons. Beverly is still treating him wound with the help of Helen. Every now and then Henry winced in pain. "What happened to you?" Ask Alex. "The entity attack me." said Henry, still looking ahead. "The entity that is very terrible." His lips trembled in fear.

Felicia blinked. Then blinked again. Then sighed. “Ah.” I could tell Felicia was trying her hardest not to laugh. Tsk! For so,done old she sure is immature. “Are you…” Henry shivered, “are you the same as him?!” “I am.” She said without thinking twice, smiling at him. “But we’re not monsters dear, we are just… creatures of nature,” I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling a headache coming. Meanwhile, Henry looked utterly petrified.