Henry Danger Looking Back Novels & Stories

"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."

I muttered after a minute, lifting my head slowly to meet his gaze. My friend of nearly a decade looked at me like I was something unfamiliar. Something dangerous. “At least you’re alive,” he exhaled, dragging a hand down his face. “Isn’t that all that matters?” “They turned off the cameras, Henry,” I said flatly. “They know. How long before everything I built collapses?” He didn’t argue. Instead, he stepped over the wreckage, retrieving the bottle of Hennessy I’d tossed aside earlier. He took a long swig before handing it to me without a word.

I quipped, and he gave me a look that told me he didn’t know whether I was being serious or not. I wasn’t going to tell him. Let it consume his mind, I doubt it would, but it was the only thing I could think of at the moment. “Why are you following me Hench?” I asked now more relaxed that the person following me wasn’t trying to kill me. He was one of Emerson’s men, he kept popping up, each time in different attire. An actor with the world as his stage. “Keeping you safe, miss,” he said it in a cockney accent which I wasn’t sure was real, “Besides can’t let a lady such as yourself walk home alone, anything could have happened,”

Dimitri paced, round the living room with his hand in his pocket, waiting and waiting. After some minutes, the voice sounded again. “Sunny bridge cafe.” He said. Dimitri stopped. “Check their cameras and send me the videos.” Then, he cut the call and moved back to the couch. Some minutes later, his phone beeped. The information needed has been entered. He opened it and when he clicked on the video, he pulled his hair in frustration. He was only able to see them, he couldn't hear what they were saying. He watched the video over and over again, taking in Vincent's panicked face. Then, he shook his head. Since Vincent doesn't want to say anything, Elora will bear it. And if she refuses, he will

It has consequences. Julian is the first to remember them. He pulls back. Adrian stops immediately, though the effort is visible. His hand remains near Julian’s face for a heartbeat, then lowers. His breathing is uneven. His eyes are darker than Julian has ever seen them. For a moment, neither speaks. Julian’s lips still feel Adrian’s. That is dangerous too. He steps away from the railing, away from Adrian, away from the part of himself that wants to pull him back and finish what should never have begun here.

He is concerned something is going on back down on the beach, something that can hurt me. "It's okay, I have weapons,” he responds, his tone cold, all the tension that I had managed to get out of him is back. He holds my wrist to the point it hurts, leading me up the path at a speed that I can hardly keep up with. I force him to pause. "Eryk, how dangerous is this world?" "You're safe, I promise,” he assures me, turning back toward the house. I look over my shoulder, stopping short at the sight of a group of men approaching us on the path, each of their gazes trained on mine.

A video played—grainy, taken by a security camera in a distant city. A woman, dressed in black, walked through a crowded marketplace. She didn’t rush. Didn’t hide. Didn’t even pretend to blend in. She moved like someone who feared nothing. Her eyes, hidden behind dark glasses, never lowered. People parted around her instinctively—like animals sensing a predator. Lena whispered, “Is that her?” Cassandra nodded. “Sable recorded two days ago. She’s not running anymore. She’s hunting.” Alexander took a slow breath. His voice was deadly calm.

“So remember well. The next time it happens… I’ll cut off your throat.” Henry’s pupils shrank. Fear finally filled his whole eyes. He looked at me like he was looking at a devil about to steal souls. But I didn’t bother with him anymore. I released him, and without bothering about his body hitting the ground heavily, I turned around. My cold voice echoed across my men. “Let’s go.” Immediately my voice dropped, Nexus and the others withdrew. Some supported the injured, and others covered their retreat, but none of Henry’s soldiers moved.

Maybe with a cheese omelet. He had just opened the fridge to see what they had in the way of food, and what he’d have to ask to be delivered from the grocery store, when he heard a noise behind him. He and Honey – all the Men, actually – knew to identify themselves when entering a room from an unseen position, so he knew it wasn’t her. Besides, she and Jack were out in the yard checking the security equipment, cameras, and fences, and no way they’d have walked the entire perimeter yet. Lightning-quick, Tex spun, arms extended, gun steady and aimed to kill. “Jesus!” Spider leapt back, raising his arms in front of his chest automatically… like that would do any damn good if Tex fired. “You gon

Henry said to him while shooting the zombies. "Henry I will advise you to focus on the zombies and leave talk for now, because it's dangerous!" Logan moves away from Henry and go amid those zombies and started blowing off their brains anyhow to make way for Henry. "Henry! come over here!" Logan shouted immediately he gets to the front of Henry's apartment. Henry started running towards Logan and shooting all the zombies running after him, Logan shouted at Henry to watch his back because zombies are coming after him! Henry look back and one zombie was about to grab him, but Henry managed to shoot on the head before he gets to him.