Henry Danger Death Novels & Stories

“Just stop please Chester, I'll be different now, I won't to try anything.” As she was speaking, Henry had already been thrown into the river and he knocked his head against a rock immediately, bleeding out to death and the river became red with his blood. When Scarlett saw this, her screams became so loud that it even sent the birds into the sky with alarm. Then I saw Chester walking towards her. I was about to ask him what he was doing, but then I decided to just trust him and see what his next action would be. Was he going to show Scarlet mercy again? I wondered, but something told me to stay and watch what he would do.

He glanced at the door, making sure it was closed. "That would work, except that Chris is unable to die," I reminded him, catching on to his meaning. "He took the full blast of an explosion and shrugged it off like it was nothing. Trying to assassinate him will only make him more dangerous and unpredictable. "Henry, you and I should focus on figuring out your illness so we can cure you. You dying won't do anyone any good either." Henry sighed. "Yes, I suppose you're right," he admitted reluctantly. "Have we narrowed down exactly what the issue is?"

So, there was no confirmation yet, at least not to Henry. Richard sighed at Henry, simply tired of having to argue with Henry over everything. To him, Quinn had died, and he had to stay strong for his wife, Nicole. She was also hoping that Quinn was still alive somehow. He said to the driver. “Take us back to the morgue we were just coming from.” “Okay sir,” The driver obeyed. The car fell into an uncomfortable silence after that. After a while of the physical torture, they finally arrived at the hospital where Henry was led into the morgue.

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.

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!

I trusted Cynthia to have given him the update by now, so I hoped and prayed that he hadn't slipped through the back door or something. I waited and waited, and just when I was about to give up hope, I saw a shady looking man walk out of the building. I recognized Henry immediately, despite the disguise he wore. His gaze darted from left to right s couple of times, before he decided to cross the road. However, when he did decide to do it, he'd discovered Mr a little too late. I pressed my leg onto the accelerator, and without thinking, I pushed onto the road and slammed into Henry, knocking both him and his useless disguise into the afterlife.

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.

--- Across the city, Dante stood over the table in silence as photographs were spread before him. Dead men. Destroyed warehouses. Old reports. Old blood. One photo in particular remained separated from the others. A younger version of his father standing beside several men. One face had been violently scratched out. Dante stared at it. Jaw tight. “Who did this?” he asked coldly. An older man beside him hesitated. “No one speaks his name anymore.” Dante’s eyes lifted slowly. “Then say it to me.” The older man swallowed hard. And for the first time in years—

Sensing the gravity of the situation, Frank and Molly immediately gave up on Elena, choosing only to save Irene. At the time, Elena's life hung by a thread. The criminals were already prepared to kill her. At the very last moment, it was Henry who rushed in to save her despite getting shot at. He nearly lost his life before he managed to get her out. Recalling that night now, Henry felt dazed. Throughout these years, he had asked himself multiple times why he'd gone to such lengths and risked his life back then.