Henry Danger Death Novels & Stories

Alyssa had made her move. She’d bombed one of the Colbert safe houses across town. Six men were dead. And the war had officially begun. I walked into Jillian’s office just as he threw a glass against the wall. It shattered loudly, the shards spraying across the floor. He turned toward me, rage in every inch of him. “She killed them,” he hissed. “And she smiled while doing it.” “What do we do?” “We retaliate.” His voice was hard. Unforgiving. But his eyes softened when he looked at me.

One of them quickly fast-forwarded the video until the end, which showed Alora shrieking and Mitchell dying after coughing blood and convulsing. Huh? At the sight of his grandson’s death, Henry shook violently and cried out. “Bad news, Mr. Henry! Mr. Mitchell is dead!” At that moment, an elderly man in gray shouted from the entrance. Whoosh! All heads swiveled to the man who had just appeared. His face was pale, his right arm severed, and his body covered in dried blood. “Grayson, what on earth happened?” Holding on to his family members for support, Henry clutched his chest and asked Grayson.

Jenger sighed because he didn't look at her. I turned to Jenger and asked, this is really difficult. Tears filled Jenger's eyes, I knew she couldn't accept that either, she was so close to Henry. "No, he's not dead. He just went here." Jillan tried to step forward to reach her, but she didn't succeed when Glazilda raised a hand to stop her. "Glazilda..." He called here. "Henry died yesterday, at your wedding. He was shot in the heart by Janra."

But when I glanced back at the corner, he was still standing there, watching me go. That was the last time I saw him. Two months later, I heard that the Moretti family had internal conflict. Henry was killed in an ambush on his way back from a negotiation. I read it in the news. I turned off the screen and sat at my desk for a long time. Milan was still bright outside, everything normal. I got up, drank some water, and deleted his number from my phone.

She saw Julian, and her expression twisted into pure disgust. "You're looking for Elena?" she asked, her voice dripping with ice. "Yes! Where is she?" The nurse did not even blink. "Dead. Massive hemorrhage. She flatlined right here. DOA." Julian stumbled back like he had been punched. The blood drained from his face. "Impossible..." he whispered. "She was fine! She was healthy! How could she... How could she be dead? And if she is, why is there no record?" The nurse glared at him, remembering exactly how much pain I had been in while he was nowhere to be found.

When Xavier got to the house, he opened the gates to Enzo's home letting me in first. Valerie came up to me and engulfed me into a big hug. "Does this happen a lot?" I asked her as we sat on the couch. "It gets worse" she said to me, sighing, before turning on the television where Henry's portrait showed at the top. The reporter pronounced Henry dead for over a week. He was killed from a fatal bullet shot in his skull but before that, he was also tortured for over six hours along with multiple stab wounds all over his body.

Damien faced a crucial choice—and time was not on anyone’s side. Below, Luca and Elena moved silently through the ruins of a parking lot. They had passed the first checkpoint. One of the guards had lit a cigarette, making Luca’s task easier. A single shot, muffled and precise. The body crumpled silently. “Five,” Luca whispered. Reaching the back of the hangar, they paused. Elena looked at him, placing a steady hand on his chest. “Are you with me?” “To the end,” he replied without hesitation. “Then the end begins now.”

Elliot pressed. No one answered. They found Henry in the kitchen, his expression as calm and detached as ever. He was wiping his hands with a cloth, his movements methodical. “There’s been an accident,” Elliot said, stepping into the room. Henry looked up, his brow furrowing slightly. “An accident?” “The man in the suit,” Elliot continued. “He’s dead. At the base of the stairs.” Henry froze for just a fraction of a second. Then he folded the cloth and placed it neatly on the counter. “That is most unfortunate,” he said, his voice neutral.

He paused to see Carlos reaction, and it wasn’t good. He exhaled softly and continued. “I never wanted to do what she requested, but I still went on to find it out for her due to my curiosity, but that almost cost my life as I was almost killed if I had not dodged a bullet, in order words, the Swifts are terrifying people, one wrong move and you could be killed.” He paused and closed his eyes momentarily. “If you knew that, why didn’t you run away with Katherine?” Carlos shouted, his blood boiled in his vein.

He glanced at the duo and sneered, saying, “You celebrated too soon. Did you see my remains for you to think I’m dead?” Jason and his father shared a look. Blade had confirmed that he had killed Henry. Even his wrecked car was captured on National TV. Eric Hamilton forced a smile and glanced at Henry. He remarked, “So, you’re alive? That’s great news! We were all sad that you met your end in that accident. How did you survive?” Everyone’s mouths gaped at the elderly man’s acting. He was so smooth that one would think he was genuinely worried about Henry.