Henry Danger Fanfic Novels & Stories

Penelope asked, noticing the worried frown on her friend's face. "Not exactly." Aurora said. "I may be wrong, but I think Henry might be in danger." "In danger? Why?" Tyler asked, getting serious. "Maybe it's just me, but I had a dream." Aurora decided to tell them about it. "I saw Henry. Someone hurt him in the forest. I know you might tell me it's just my fear, but I have this feeling something is wrong. This wasn't just a normal dream. I think it was a warning. My powers are still developing but I think Henry could really be in danger."

Zelda backs off as her anger dies and turns to hurt as I continue, “I thought you understood, and that you accepted that I would never be that good little house-mate?…” “Yasmine, I do…” He steps closer instead of back and lifts his hands slowly, gently and carefully, laying one of his hands on the upper part of my arm while he slides the other on my cheek as he repeats and then continues, “Yasmine, I do understand and accept everything that is you, but Darius warned me…” “Warned you about what?” “Henry!" "What about Henry?" "Darius warned that he is extremely close. He also warned that if he managed to catch you out in the open, we wouldn’t see you or our pups again…”

It's kind of funny seeing a guy as confident and powerful and dangerous-looking stuttering like a 5 year old, but the situation is stopling me from laughing. He sits there and he doesn't say, or do anything, just sits there for a few long moments; I'm not even sure if he's breathing. And then, all of a sudden, he stands up, pushing the chair bacwards so hard that it falls over, and covers his face with his palms. "Motherfucker." he mumbles to himself and then gives me that dangerous look he has when he's planning to kill someone. Oh boy. "With who? You're pregnant with who?" he roars out and I want to sink into the ground because everybody's eyes are on us.

Adrian stood there, a smile soft as dawn, holding Henry’s hand. “You don’t have to fight all the time,” Adrian whispered. “With me, you can breathe. With me, you can rest.” Henry’s chest ached with longing. Adrian’s love was not battle, but balm. The one who saw him as more than a weapon or a crown. Yet before he could speak, the roses turned to fire. Damien: The Dangerous Desire Damien appeared in the flames, his eyes like storm clouds, his grin both cruel and tender. “You run from me, Henry,” Damien murmured, stepping closer. “But you feel me, don’t you? I am in your blood. In your fire. You cannot forget me, because you are me.”

Jake was nothing compared to the big wolf Henry. 'He's mine, save Riley,' Damon mind-linked Jake who immediately got away from Henry and rounded him, moving back slowly. Damon snarled at Henry pulling his attention back on him. Every part of him wants to rush to Riley and soothe her but that could be dangerous. He had to kill Henry first but he could feel her emotions and she was so f*cking scared that it was driving him crazy and it only fueled his rage more. Henry lunged at him, bearing his teeth trying to get a chunk of his flesh but Damon swiped to the left and attacked, sending Henry flying across the wall. He heard the crack of his bone but Henry was on his paws again. Grinding his tee

Henry took a step closer to him and through Sebastian’s distorted vision, he saw his eyes darkening. “I would second think your threats next time,” Henry said in a low and dangerous tone. He really was a dangerous individual; Sebastian wasn’t sure what his game was, but it wasn’t going to work. The scars on Sebastian’s face burned, leaving him in agony. His head was throbbing to a point where he thought he was going to throw up. He refused to do that on Henry’s doorstep. “Hurts, doesn’t it?” Henry said, a low laugh erupting from his throat as he bent down to near Sebastian. “It’s only going to get much worse.”

I hate that it still feels like home, I try to hold onto the anger. I try to remember my sister. My brother. My mother. But my body betrays me, my resistance weakens and my movements slow. The fight in my wrists turns into trembling instead of pushing. His kiss softens slightly. Not possession now or dominance, but something rawer, something breaking. My breathing shifts. And despite everything — Despite the war, the lies, the blood, the threat — I melt. Just a little. Because I still love him. And that is the most dangerous thing of all.

“Don’t worry, I know him. He’s young master Zachary Dawson, my boss…” “Do you know who he actually is?” He cut her. “Do you know how dangerous he is?” He glared at her. “Because he is dangerous that she needs to come with me soon.” Thomas’ low tone made her slightly flinched. She never heard him talk that way. Not to her, nor others when she was present. Not only it affect her, it also affect Henry the most. He looked like he was against this, but he also didn’t dare to step forward. He looked away, trying to cover his embarrassment from Elena as he unable to protect her from the evil guy himself.

"Tell the court what you saw." Henry swallowed. "I was walking home from work. I took a shortcut through the alley behind the old warehouse. That’s when I heard gunshots. I…I saw a group of men… they were wearing black jackets with tiger tattoos on their arms. Two men were on the ground, one of them was already still." "And did you see who shot them?" Henry nodded slowly. "One of the men—he had a scar on his left cheek. He was the one who shot the second man while he was already injured."

Her voice sharpened, and both of her sons—because Elison had wandered close enough to be caught in the blast radius—physically flinched and scrambled toward her like children awaiting punishment, though neither of them would ever admit that out loud. "Same," Heinz croaked, standing shoulder to shoulder with his brother in silent solidarity. Adira studied them both for a long moment before turning her attention back to her eldest. "So. Where is your girlfriend, Heinz?" "Uh—mom. She's, um. She's in her house." "Oh, really?" A slow, dangerous smile. "Bring her home tomorrow, then." "WHAT?" Heinz nearly choked. "I mean—why, mom?" He never got an answer, because at that exact moment, Adira's hand