Henry Danger Death Novels & Stories

Eros nodded as a sign that he understood Ersa’s meaning, “Continue.” Before Ersa continued, she takes a glass of water and then took a sip of the water. “Henry is dead. He was killed by the psychopath who kidnapped him last month. I don’t know this information’s accuracy, but the underworld people get the news faster than the police. They don’t want to deal with this one psychopath because they think they are agile and have many wicked ideas. Not only Henry died that night, but also a couple who committed adultery.” Hearing this did not surprise Eros at all. He knew Henry would never come back again and couldn’t ask the old man.

He took the fatal hit meant for her, willingly giving his soul for the dragons to be destroyed. Aurora fell to her knees, screaming from the pain in her heart. She moved towards Henry, crawling on her hands and knees. She remained in denial, hoping he was just hurt or unconscious. He couldn't be dead. But the pain in her heart told her he was. And when she crawled up to where he lay, another agonized scream ripped out of her. The deep claw wound on his chest had damaged his heart terribly. Henry was dead.

It threw him back with tremendous force. Dustin’s face remained impassive. This was the inherent risk in this game. The two liquids were special in that if they expanded or contracted too quickly, an explosion would occur. Henry had intended to catch Dustin off guard, but instead, he paid the price. The force of the explosion was not fatal but not entirely harmless either. It could wound, or in a worse case, cripple someone. Henry’s men rushed forward in panic to help him up. Henry’s body was scorched, his hair was disheveled, and his clothes were in tatters.

Frank sighed and shook his head exasperatedly—it was now high time to give up on Helen. Henry had killed himself exactly because he did not want to get Frank caught in a dilemma because of himself.

Hearing what happened, Henry agreed to come to Bloom City to find out more about who the woman was that had ordered to kill me. Before we ended the call, Henry said, “I want you to keep a distance from Calvin Dubois. I don’t like him. He is dangerous” But, I did like Calvin. And that was the problem.

Suddenly the door to the room opened slowly, showing a man who was no less handsome than the boss. "I know about Roky, bosshe's dead in Daren's hands," said the man who walked over to his boss. His wide, erect footsteps could not make Vivie who was there avert hers eyes. However, when the man who had just entered looked back at Vivie the woman quickly changed her face back to a flat. She turned back to the front and ignored the man. Meanwhile, the man sitting on the chair in front raised an eyebrow high. "Joseph, how do you know if he died at Daren's hands?" asked the man.

Lifting my eyes to gaze at Daciana, I could tell something was wrong with her—I'd never seen her eyes darken dangerously as they did now. Her aura inked of lethality, and she looked quite pale; what's wrong with my mate? “What? Are you too guilty to speak? You've always tagged him as a hypocrite. Yet, you're the same!” “Just die” her hushed tone sliced through Henry's words. With just the wave of an arm, Henry practically vanished from the room, leaving a small pool of blood behind. Even I got a bit frightened; what the fuck did she just do to him? Did….she kill him?

"Damn it! He seems to be ahead of us at every step." Tears dropped down from Helen's cheeks, her voice cracking with emotion. Selena's eyes widened in concern. "Is everything okay, Mama?" Selena asked, her voice soft. Helen's gaze dropped, her shoulders shaking with sobs. "I guess you haven't heard… Sage Henri is dead." Selena's eyes widened in shock, her face pale with horror. "What? No… that can't be." "Steve killed him when he evaded the Shadow Realm," Helen said, her voice barely above a whisper.

he gave a terrible cry. Henry quickly ran to get his doctor's bag, before hastening to see if Simon was really beyond all help although in his heart he knew by the size of the bloodstain and the swiftness which it spread, that Simon Denham wasn't going to make it alive. He went on his knees to search for a pulse, but found none, and he slowly looked up. "He's no more." Henry said quietly. William gazed up, with an accusing look at Dane. "You killed him!" He yelled.

Derrick's eyes were nearly bored, as if he couldn't wait for this show to be over with. My eyes darted towards Phil. I knew he didn't care but if I had to choose which of their three faces would be the last one I ever saw, Phil seemed like the less worse choice. He was frozen in spot, staring at the gun in Henry's hand. He preferred his life over mine, hence why he didn't move a muscle. He knew this is how people like us were bound to die one day. I knew it too. Henry let out a hoarse laugh. "Looks like you'll be seeing Cole sooner than you anticipated. Any last words?"