Frankenstein Henry Clerval Novels & Stories

He thought that if he had come a little later she would have been strangled alive. Henry had also cleansed himself of anger. He then got up and stared blankly at Eliza's painful appearance. He could not help but clench his hands. "What are you doing? Go get the doctor here!." said Fredrik in a cold voice. Henry looked at Eliza before turning away and leaving the room. The doctor was about to get there too. Henry bumped into him before he could go down. "Young master." "You do not have to go any further if you are so slow." Henry then went upstairs again. The doctor followed as he held his breath in fear.

Henry tried to not think about the matter of his half sister much, telling himself that it was an obligation, a necessity, what was one life next to millions, even if they had the same father, she wasn’t truly family, but at that second, seeing a woman who looked just like her laying in a pool of blood, her blood, he couldn’t help but imagine the same girl, who was so young, beautiful, and innocent, lying dead as well, even when he knew that Eren did spare her life, and he couldn’t help but feel the painful tug of guilt, realizing she wasn’t such a stranger after all. "There are more!” "Eighteen, there are eighteen different smells, eighteen bodies, and they are all…” the demoness who was sp

I am always in a state of stress and impatience. I walked around the mansion while waiting for Roger’s news, then went out again along the path from the estate to the pack's house. I want to find some clues. Thanks to my keen hearing, I heard a tiny gasp from the bushes. I hurried over; I was stunned for a moment. "Henry, what happened?" I hurriedly helped Henry, resting his head in my arms. Henry is Max's subordinate, a new werewolf, and extremely capable. He's the same person I ordered to pick up Erza, but why is he here now with a bloody body?

ATLAS’ POV " Can you all just shut the fuck up!!! You do not know how it feels and that's why you are sounding this way. Do you know the pain I am going through Knowing that I will never ever see clara?? She was such a nice and calm girl and then she just died like a fucking fowl. I have never fallen in love with any girl all my love, and the one and only girl my heart found and cherished was taking away from me, and you are expecting me to be happy and then I should be laughing and partying??" Henry rose and got up from the bed swiftly. Veins popped up on his forehead as he spoke angrily,and his face became red like the Italian chilli.

He came to sit opposite me without a word. “Morning,” I muttered, not expecting him to pay attention. His eyes flicked up to meet mine. “Bad morning, Hazel.” “Looks it. Got a reason for that, Frankenstein?” “First of all, Frankenstein was not the monster, he was the scientist. Second of all, yes. I didn’t go to sleep until…” - he checked the clock on the wall - “about half an hour ago.” I started. “Half an hour? I’ve been awake for that long.”

An hour later, I arrived at the police station in my wheelchair. Hearing my voice, the person handcuffed to the chair slowly looked up. Upon seeing that familiar face, I felt a mix of emotions. “Ms. Spector.” My homeroom teacher looked me up and down. A flash of hatred crossed her eyes. “How are you still alive?” I rolled my wheelchair up to face the homeroom teacher. “Ms. Spector, can you tell me why you killed so many valedictorians?” My homeroom teacher scoffed coldly and turned her head away.

Even so, she had to accept. Clara only drank a few cups of beer and her head got misplaced, her eyes turned continually until she felt like vomiting everything in her stomach out. Ella was discussing with a guy, so Clara decided to go to the restroom herself. On getting there, she saw someone who looked like Henry walking past her with another lady. "Henry?" When Henry heard his name, he turned back and saw Clara. "Clara, you are here." He said with a smile. "Yeah...I just wanted to..." She didn't complete her words before she threw up, right where she was.

“I was thinking maybe for the brown furred male we could name him William, the grey and silver furred female I was thinking Claire, and the last one that looks like both of us Clarence. You did a wonderful job and brought two males and a female into the world.” Thomas growled defensively as he heard the shrubbery that surrounded the camp move, he relaxed as Henry walked into the camp. As Henry walked back into the camp, Thomas saw him and he knew he had been gone for a long time and that Thomas had a right to question him. “Where have you been? I was worried when you never came back from going hunting,” Thomas asked.

She didn't do that, days has disappeared, Clara would never be sorry for her children, if I could kill you right now with my own hands, you will never be the alpha of the silver herd, Lafebvre keep it very much in mind - don't delay any longer, take Clara to see a doctor, I'll take care of this - I hope you do and don't throw my words out of the bag like you did with Clara "I saw Henry walk away with Clara in his arms, the weight of the damage he has caused has accumulated on his body and it's so heavy that his body can't resist it, I hope now you can fix what happened to your relationship, at least what's left of it - I can't imagine that Lafebvre was a child in your room. Can you explain?"

Henry warned. Even in the darkness, he could see Camila's face flush red. He could hear her heart pounding and knew she was nervous, wondering what he was up to. Henry shape-shifted, leaving the room through the window, transforming into a dark beast and leaping out.