Henry Danger Death Novels & Stories

The air around me was getting tensed and I could only feel myself heating up. I scroll down the pictures and come in contact with a video. My hands were shaking as I pressed play. This can't be true. It's him. It's Collins. I look up at him then at my glass. With one shot, I take in the full liquid and empty my glass. I drop it back on the table, angrily, not caring about the loud noise it made. I grab my purse and stomp out of the restaurant. "Jane." He called from behind.

The one who shot Henry the minute he turned on the street. Jack wiggled out from under his father, turning to look down at him. The wolf took a step closer to them, guarding them with its hackles raised. It took him a long time to realize it was Seth–covered in blood and whining low in his throat. Jack didn’t know where Jenna was. He didn’t want to know. Henry was dead. The bullet went right through his skull, leaving a gaping hole. Blood and bits of brain tissue were splattered across Jack’s face and neck. He leaned to the side and puked up his guts.

I read out. "Henry is dead?!" I yelled.

Martin felt his stomach churn, bile rising in his throat as he struggled to comprehend what had just happened. “Henry… what have you done? Why did you have to kill him?” Martin managed to croak out. Henry’s expression remained eerily calm as he holstered the gun, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. “I already got what I wanted from him, so there was no need to keep him alive. Besides, didn’t you see the look on his face? The bastard was going to end up being a threat. A liability I can’t afford to have,” he replied.

For the dignity of the police, Loggins would never allow the Death Inquisitor to kill Zangwei in front of him. Soon, Loggins studied the machine carefully. He found the problem. The game was not that simple. There were many hidden dangers. There were many life-threatening dangers everywhere. To save Zangwei, blood would have to be spilled!

“Any news about him? Has he been found? Is he in custody?” “No.” The inspector's voice was curt and firm. “he's dead.” “What?” Fredrick was on his feet immediately. “What do you mean dead? How does that….” “Eliaz ran him over with his car some days back.” If the inspector was fazed about all the information he was giving, he didn't let it show. “He died right on the spot too.” “And you're telling us this now?!” Beneath the anger in Fredrick's voice, I could easily tell something else laid underneath,pain. Henry might have been a villain in both our lives, but there was no denying the fact that he was still Fredrick's family.

Henry noticed Alex’s foul mood, that’s why he said to give hope to Alex, but it didn’t work. “It will not help. Just look at there.” Alex points towards a direction in the living hall’s decorative. There was an exquisite decorative stand which was a daggers holder of different sizes and one dagger was missing in that stand. “They used Leonard’s property to kill him like they used Vincent’s pistol to shoot him.” “Henry the killer is far way ahead of the police, though it’s shameful to accept it’s true.” Alex completed his words with a solemn face and walked out of the house while taking out his mobile to make some calls.

I looked at my stupid alarm wondering why it hadn't woken me up earlier, and then ,i remembered I had actually spoilt it the last time it rang by hitting it so hard. It's been three days now , three days since that incident, since I got lost in the Forest and met him , for the first two days I kept thinking about him and his words , I think he's right ,I should have been greatful instead of being so scared of him or hurting him with my words ,but after the third day ,I decided to forget all about him . It isn't like we would meet again another day . When I was seven ,my grand mother had told me stories of the blood pack and made me believe they were the most dangerous,not only that , the mos

"Listen to me. You didn't kill him. The actions that caused his death were all his, not yours. You didn't even choose to pull the trigger." "Oh fuck." Mark slowly brought his free hand up to rub his forehead, a gesture that did nothing to ease the pain in his head. "You're sure he's...." "Definitely," Connor nodded. "If it's any consolation, it would have been really quick for him." "Fuck," Mark murmured, not sure what to think. It was all so confusing, his head was throbbing, his eyesight wasn't right. "We're not prisoners?" "No, Mark," Maddy said gently. "You're safe, Henry's gone. You're in the bunker."