Henry Danger Hour Of Power の小説・ストーリー

Then he laughed. A cruel laugh. "As you're allowing him to fuck you now?" His eyes flickered toward Henry. "Whore!!" Everything happened at once. Henry exploded forward. His hand grabbed the front of Damion's shirt and slammed him backward. The force cracked the stone beneath their feet. "Who did you call a whore?" Henry's voice thundered through the arena. His eyes glowing bright gold. "How dare you?" Damion grinned. Then his stolen power erupted. Lunar fire burst from his body. The same power he stole from me. The same power that nearly killed me.

Henry said sternly with determination. Though the Southern Boss was far more powerful than the Scarlet Thief, Henry already swore loyalty to Leon. On top of that, Leon was extremely generous with him by offering him an Ultimate Power method and valuable alchemical pills, so there was no way that Henry would step back as the Southern Boss's guardians hurt Leon. After being hunted by the Scarlet Thief for years, Henry had long cast aside all fear of death and would rather die than betray Leon.

“Who?” Damien hesitated. “It’s complicated. But I think it’s Luca.” Luca’s eyes darkened. “I knew they wouldn’t stop until they got me.” He swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the threat bearing down on him. Elena squeezed his hand. “We’ll protect you. Together.” The room seemed to shrink as the danger closed in. Every choice, every move from now on had consequences not just for them, but for everyone they cared about. Hours passed as they strategized, contacting old allies, preparing for the inevitable clash. Outside, the city stirred awake, unaware of the shadow war brewing beneath its surface. Elena’s mind raced, replaying every possible scenario, every risk.

I tap my fingers on the armrest, waiting for his answer. He proudly rests his back against the office chair and smiles. "Janet Johnson." I nod. Her name playing in my head. I get distracted from my thought when my phones' ringtone fill the room. I pick it up without wasting much time. "Boss." One of my men calls. "There is a problem." I look up at Seth then at the table. "What's that?" "The ship transporting our weapons, can't be found." "What!" I furrow my brows. "When did you realize this?"

The gun slipped from his grip and skidded across the floor, far out of reach. Thomas slowly opened his eyes, confusion filling his mind as he realized he was unharmed. A wave of immense relief washed over him, and without wasting time, he quickly got up from the floor. Meanwhile, Mr. Hawthorne deftly lifted Mr. Merrick’s body. Their eyes met in the shared darkness. “Stop this, Dominic,” Mr. Hawthorne said, gripping his opponent’s collar tightly. “Stop? Do you think this can just be stopped? You’re the one who started all this, Kinsley.”

However, Henry was deeply conflicted, He knew that having two powerful aliens in his house could be dangerous. He needed to watch them closely and ensure they couldn't harm him or anyone else around him, He also wanted to be certain that Sharon's destructive nature had been fully controlled."Sharon, I understand that you want to stay with me, but we need to be cautious," Henry said, his voice filled with concern. "Your powers are incredible, and I don't want anything bad to happen," Henry explained, Sharon looked at him with pleading eyes. "Henry, I promise you, I would never intentionally harm you or anyone else. I've learned to control my powers, and I am committed to using them responsibl

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.

Connor had this stupid cocky attitude right up until he touched me, and then suddenly he looked at me like I mattered. Which is… dangerous. Because now my brain won’t shut up about him. I change into pajamas and catch sight of the mark on my neck in the mirror. “Fantastic,” I mumble. I should probably be embarrassed about it. Instead, I touch it lightly and grin. Connor McLeod—campus hockey god, certified menace, probably responsible for half the university’s emotional damage—left a hickey on my neck and somehow rewired my personality in one night. That feels medically concerning.

“We can talk more tomorrow.” “Goodnight,” Hannah said over her shoulder. Her voice was low and soft; Sebastian could tell a lot was weighing on her mind, but he didn’t want to pry. He couldn’t tell her that he knew what Henry had said to her because he would be revealing his use of the moonstone scepter. He had to wait until Hannah was ready to talk to him; he had to wait for her to mention it first. “We need to make clear to her that Henry is dangerous,” Eric growled impatiently. He didn’t like this waiting game and wanted to make sure Henry stayed away once and for all.