Henry Danger Motion Comics Novels & Stories

I don't want anyone to recognize me. "Ah, ah. Don't move." Henry warned when he was about to open his drawer reaching out for his gun of course. "W-who are you people and want do you want from me?" He asked trying to sound brave, coward. "How did you pass through my security?" He asked and I could see Henry's smirk through the mask. "Maybe they are not so tough after all." Henry teased, coaxing a gun at him. "What the fúck do you want from me?" He asked again.

The house began to sink, the bodies began to fall in and disappear. David didn’t back down from a fight. He’d want to face me. But being injured means all bets are off, when you’re desperate self preservation is all you care about. “Holy shit,” Dough said. Fire balls began to spit out of the ground like lava, this was a horror movie on steroids. I balled my hands into fists. “FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN,” I yelled. His laughter filled the air again, maniacal. I swirled around, wishing I had eyes in the back of my head. Murphy came to my side, and we floated back to back.

My pride was telling me not to abide him, but my goddamn legs moved as what he told! I didn't lose my bad temper with him until I finally got close. My chest throbbed as he stared at me intently. Sitting on the motor, our vision leveled. I saw dark flames in his eyes, the one that would haunt you forever if you try to go against it. I will almost fall backwards. "You're not going to get yourself drunk tonight, Audrey," he said in a lower tone but still sound threatening. He put his black helmet on his lap, and he himself wore a white helmet on me. I pursed my lips tightly, scared to make any stupid reaction. His gaze lingered on my face for a moment.

Dangerous. Patrons and staff of SubTerra used only one word to describe Jon Moretti; dangerous. He was one of many dangerous men who walked through the clandestine establishment, and yet Jon Moretti was the one they warned her about. Career criminals, thieves, arsonists, gang members, murderers… the club was a prestigious hub, built specifically to give these menacing people a place where, ironically, they could feel safe. A place they knew police officers wouldn’t be barging through the door to arrest them, thanks to a low-key business agreement between the owner, Frank Muscovado, and some crooked government officials with the power to sweep the booming business under the rug.

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.

He hastily clicked on the post and began reading the comments to gather more information, "OMG, did you see this? It's like something out of a movie!" Henry said, "Why did these guys come tomoir world, and what do they want?" Henry asked. "I know these creature, they have powers that can't be explained. Whatever it is, it can't be good." Henry explained, Fear and curiosity battled within Henry as he contemplated the consequences of their arrival, He knew he had to find out more, understanding the potential danger they posed not only to himself but to the world around him, and he needs to know where they are,

" When the man finished speaking, he waved his right hand and sent out another strike. That one appeared even more casual. Yet, Henry could feel the immense danger within it. His face paled as he tried to dodge. However, he quickly felt like a massive force suppressed him. 'Damn it! What is that?' he thought. He gritted his teeth and roared, summoning an Infinity Sword. He held the sword tightly in both hands while gathering his vital energy. The sword began to glow with an immense and terrifying light. He charged forward to meet the strike. Boom! A thunderous explosion sent shockwaves rippling through the air. Henry's body was racked with pain. His organs were severely injured and even shif

For a moment, Scott’s and Carmen's eyes met before she pulled away and approached where Lucas and her brother were seated. “There’s nothing,” Carmen started. “What?” reacted both Lucas and Marcus. “The locker’s shut just like before plus he wouldn't be that stupid to put back whatever that thing was-” “Would you tone it down back there!” snapped Henry, who had been seated at a desk in front of them and was reading a book with the side revealing the author as H.G. Wells. For the first time, the threesome then realized that there was another person who could actually shed some light on their predicament, which was none other than Henry, of course.

It is a miracle that my automatic reaction was to reach the hand gun tucked on my waist. I have always taken pride in being the best hit man, being a very good spy and have great sense but how did I not feel someone approaching me from the back? Were my senses dulling? I turn very quickly ready to give a tongue lashing maybe throw in a couple of punches but who do I see? Drew, sweet, sweet, Drew. Well that explains, my body knew subconsciously that I was not in danger, the one approaching me was a friend not foe. This man had used only one night to make me let my guard down around him, how does that even work? I never let people get close to me!

She asked, leaning into her hip. Tatto guy smiled. "So it wasn't you, danger?" She smirked at Hulk guy. "The name is Henry." He returned her smirk. "Henry danger," she snorted. "Nice. What about you, perv? Oh wait, let me guess." She turned to tatto guy. She appeared to be thoughtful. In that brief moment, she spotted the head of a pocket knife peering from his side pockets. "I don't do names. Are you a hooker?" He interrupted her thought process.