Henry Danger Crossover The Thundermans Novels & Stories

Tick tock! Tick tock! Tick tock! The sound of the wall clock could be loudly heard in the dark room illuminated with neon lights. A man tied to a chair with his mouth taped, shivered in fear—he felt rather than heard the heavy footsteps of the man approaching, signifying danger. His teeth clattered, beads of sweat formed on his forehead, his heart sinking to the pit of his stomach. Two men dressed in black with matching color of hats stood beside him, gun in their hands.

Well, I had to. I put on my fireproof hat and gloves that went with my fireproof jacket, and began chanting a spell of the elements. Earth, air, fire and water. We couldn’t exactly risk the woods catching on fire, but we certainly needed to blow up the houses to get everyone out, or kill them right inside. “House two all clear, no one surrendered, moving to house four,” Troy said. “Go time house five,” Ryan said. Dad had no earpiece or anything, I swallowed hard hoping he was okay. If he wasn’t here in the next three minutes then something was bad.

He was always so romantic, so gentle but those nasty words had me soaking, and God, I loved this new dangerous side of him. “Oh Liam,” I mumbled, biting my lip, with my hand tangled in his hair. His fingers traced down my half-naked body, jolting every desire. He knelt before me, his hands unbuttoning my pants and sliding them off, leaving me in just my panties. He paused and lifted his head to look at me, his eyes with a question. I nodded, giving him permission to continue. He immediately pulled down my underwear, his gaze still on me as his tongue glided over me, so close to my pussy. His tongue brushed against my clit and I couldn’t help but moan helplessly.

For one second, he thinks it will be Sarah or a news alert. It is Adrian. Julian does not touch the phone. The message sits there anyway. “Do not believe everything people say for the cameras.” Julian reads it once. Then again. Heat moves through him, part anger, part want, part something more dangerous than either. Adrian knows. That is the problem. He knows what the answer sounded like. He knows what it did. And still, he said it. Julian picks up the phone. His thumb moves before he can soften the words.

I was here, in what’s considered the most dangerous city in the United States. If it weren’t for Kim, there’s no way I’d go through all this trouble, traveling so far just to fetch her damn documents. Damn her scatterbrain for always forgetting important stuff and dragging me into her personal courier service. Pulling my phone out of my bag, I dialed Kim’s number. I prayed she’d pick up quickly so that the incident that I won’t tell wouldn’t happen again like last time.

he said "following…Shango out of here before he leaves us behind is the main priority, then we figure out what to do next.’’ With one last look of distaste at the carnage, he led his siblings out of the chamber. They followed Shango’s path of destruction like bread crumbs, ignoring a few stragglers and some jail breaking 1st and 2nd generation creatures who ignored them in turn as they all strolled purposefully towards freedom. The shock they felt as they finally crawled their way out overshadowed the awe at seeing the sun for the first time. The thunder god was destroying everything in sight. He hung midair, his wings of flame gone but he was suspended instead on a funnel of storms as he hu

Dean roared. Trent could not hold back either, yelling, "Kid, weren't you acting arrogant earlier? Let's see how you beg for mercy now!" "It's you, Henry! You destroyed Mateo's energy field. Yet, you're still being arrogant. None of the Trumans will escape today! All of you must die!" As the Newmans shouted at the Trumans, Henry raised his hand to silence them. "Did you say all of us must die today?" he asked calmly.

Outside, the city was awakening unaware of the silent war raging beneath its surface. Elena stared at the crumpled piece of paper in her hands, a list of names and locations scrawled hastily by Damien before he collapsed. “These are the ones Ryan was working with,” she murmured. “We thought we had cut off his head, but it looks like the snake has more venom.” Her voice was low, tired but resolute.

he muttered, as he put Jasmine’s phone back in his pocket. Theodore approached. “Mr. Vanderbilt is on his way to the headquarters. I’ll also take Tristan there.” Mr. Hawthorne nodded. “Let them cry in the alligators’s den. Then, hang them upside down until the blood rushes to their heads before cutting the rope. I can’t join you because I have to take my daughter on vacation.” “I’ll handle it, Sir,” Theodore responded respectfully. ***

"That's great, Alicia, because I need to you to take this gentleman back to your office. He wants to send some cargo to Italy and I need you to tell him how much it would cost." I open my mouth, ready to protest that it's not my job but the man sitting in front of him turns and the words die on my lips. "Hello, ma'am, we meet again." It's him. The one with the tattoos. The man with the dimple. The one that has the devil may care attitude. Ash Thunder.