Henry Cavill Siblings Novels & Stories

I said, folding my arms. He walked closer, and I realized he had a cane. He didn't look that old. There was a tattoo on his neck. Alarm bells rang in my head. “We've met before, but I didn't make an effort to make myself known. I'm Henry.” He extended his hands. I just stared at it. “Henry who? And from where?” “I'm Maxwell's brother. Half brother.” He said the last phrase with an eye roll, and I quirked my brows.

Henry could tell that Eve got her good looks from her. Henry extended his hand for a shake. "Pleased to see you, Mrs Bloom." Eve's mom shook him with a smile. "The pleasure is all mine. Welcome to our home." "This is my younger sister Eleanor." "Hi!" Eleanor waved at him. Henry greeted her with a nod. "And this is my brother...." Eve rolled her eyes around. Her brother had vanished into thin air. "I guess he went to get something in his room. He'll be right back. My dad went to fetch the cake." she said.

"I was not being considerate of your feelings again, Valerian..." When I looked up, I had this urge to kiss him, seeing how his eyes were hinted at with annoyance, betrayal, and concern. But I knew that Valerian wouldn't like that unless we settled on things that would make us meet in one place in the end. With my voice as soft as the white doughy clouds, Valerian loosened his hold on me a little before heaving out a sigh. "We shall talk later..." He stepped backward, averting his gaze from me. "I shall find Britanny and Caroline after finishing your father's henchmen. Henry told me that one of them is targeting your other siblings..."

The man chuckled, looking at me. Henry: I'm Henry Junior, so he would have been called Henry III, and your son, Henry IV… In my family, the firstborn bears the father's name directly. My brothers have variations of the name: George-Henry, Henry-Noel, and Joseph-Henry. My grandfather was the second son; his full name was Henry-Rodolph, but when he married, he kept only the first name, Henry. His own father was Rodolph. Drake: Was this a tradition that was important to you?

“Henri Dubois.” Tiffany blinked in confusion. She had never heard that name before, but judging by the look on her father’s face, Henri Dubois was someone serious. Someone dangerous. “Who is Henri Dubois?” Riley asked, voicing the question that was on both their minds. River sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “My brother.” Tiffany’s world seemed to tilt for a moment, the ground beneath her feet feeling uncertain. “Your brother?” she asked, her voice trembling with confusion. As far as she knew, River only had one sibling—her aunt Valerie.

"If I had an affair with another woman wouldn't you care, wouldn't you?" Henry was silent, he turned his head away just to let Eric see his head. Eric laughed, but didn't say it, but turned to leave. Making Henry panic but what can be done, Eric is the younger brother of the Queen, who needs to have an heir so he can't stop it. Henry thought about it, then just sat still and didn't go looking for Eric, hoping Eric could think for him. But he was worried that Eric would get hurt, so he opened the door and chased after him, seeing Eric standing by the lake with another girl, he stopped.

There, Damien came into the picture. His brothers; Erdington and Gregory along with his sister, Emma, weren’t his biological siblings. A vampire woman would be lucky enough to give birth once in her lifetime. These three siblings were adopted into the family. Damien was the sole heir to the throne after the death of his father who died in a battle against the werewolves’ royal family.

Avery muttered the last part under her breath. Naturally, Bellatrix would have chuckled, but she wasn't in the mood. Instead, she shrugged. "I don't know. That's something that's up to Cillian to decide." Avery fixed her with a weird stare after that, but she didn't allow it to bother her, because she had her reasons why. Avery didn't know Damien and Cillian were siblings. She'd left that part out because she felt it wasn't her telling to do. So, she chose to ignore Avery's odd stare and carried on walking.

I looked up at the other two, raising my eyebrows. “What are you talking about?” the old man asked, taking offense. “You’ve met somebody claiming to be the daughter of one Henry Blotter? There are at least a dozen Henrys in the family, including Joseph Senior’s older brother!” Only then I recalled he’d introduced himself as Henry’s great-grandson. Oops. “You can’t show up to claim Henry Senior was so callous and shameless to leave a woman with child and turn his back on her.” Yup. He was positively offended.