Henry Danger Death Novels & Stories

Mr Roman's blood splashed on everyone. Luckily, Davis was still sleeping, it wouldn't look good if he saw this. "Wh-what just happened?" Ma Gloria asked. A small danger fell off his hand, I gasped. How come no one noticed the dagger in his hand? "He.. he sliced his neck" Henry's mother whispered. I stared in horror as his head dropped on the table, wait.. don't get it twisted..his head didn't fall off his neck. There's along moment of silence, as everyone is trying to process what just happened.

Henry went over to them to see if they weren’t injured, when he heard that sound. Someone was now standing right behind him and that someone had just drawn his sword. That sound was the last thing Henry had heard before he died. It caused that one DNA strand to jump into life, to go against natural laws by dying in an unnatural way. Most of those born with the strand would never know they had it but for those who were robbed of life too young, there was The Trigger. He wasn’t meant to be there then. The woods only went so far and Henry had stepped

“How could he not die?” According to their plan, Dr. Xavier should have been dead. Uncle Shawn looked just as unsettled. “Everything was airtight. By all logic, he should’ve died at Henry’s hands.” He sighed heavily. “He was already too old. We underestimated that. Henry has spent years gambling, drinking, and wasting his body. You can’t judge his condition by normal standards anymore.” Mrs. Sanders felt a chill creep up her spine. A more terrifying thought occurred to her. “If we could think of this… why wouldn’t they?”

She took the paper with trembling hands, her eyes scanning Queenie's name and the time of death written in stark black and white. Her face went deathly pale, and she stumbled back. The death certificate slipped from her hands and fell to the ground. "No… No, it's impossible. Queenie can't be dead. How could she be dead? Xavier, what kind of nanny did you hire to watch her?"

I gripped tight, but he slipped right through and fell. I watched helplessly as Brandon vanished from my sight, tumbling into the abyss. Not a sound from him. Brandon's death was not on me, but it happened right before my eyes. My brain short-circuited for a second before it hit me to call the cops. Maybe Brandon could still be saved? Revenge had crossed my mind, but I never wanted blood on my hands. I dialed 911, and the cops were on the move in no time. The rescue team found Brandon at the cliff's base, his head cracked open on a rock—dead on impact.

“And you have a brother out there somewhere, right? I wonder how he’ll feel when he hears about your demise.” The mention of Henry sent a chill down my spine, knowing that Diego’s twisted revenge would not stop with just me. The thought of Henry’s safety fueled my determination to find a way out of this deadly situation. I can’t let Diego’s vendetta against my Henry jeopardize his life as well.

This absence, coupled with the rivalry between his children, took a toll on his health, and he eventually passed away suddenly, leaving behind a vast fortune and a successful business empire. Avila and Stephon were devastated by their father's death and were unsure of how to proceed. They both knew that they wanted to take over the family business and continue their father's legacy, but they had different ideas on how to go about it. This disagreement led to a power struggle between them, which only intensified as time went on. “Stephon will take over my business and the entire empire”, she remembered the last words of the barrister as he read the will including how he walked out of the hous

“Probably, this will be big news that he died here. No reason to think foul play so we should be in the clear and it's not like it can be traced back to us regardless. “True, just need to lay low though.” Damian grabbed a glass from the counter and sat down. Filling his drink up, he too downed the first one in one gulp before refilling it. “Kiddo over here though I would be upset over a killing.” I felt like stirring the pot. “HA! He has to have feelings first. This man has been doing it far too long to let one killing affect him.” Damian shook his head as he sat back in the chair.

I was supposed to hit Hanna! But he was not the one hit. The tall, dark and dangerous looking, Rustov Melgarejo was the one I hit! Everything happened too fast all at once I didn't see him coming. I heard his voice before but I never thought he would stop me that way! He was gripping on the glass hardly, the blood was flowing down to his arm. I could still see the red liquid dripping on the floor. "That is not the right thing to do!" I looked up. My heart pounded at the cold and darkness of his eyes.