Henry Danger Motion Comics Novels & Stories

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.

Far easier to take on one guy than an entire MC. Not that Spider cared about Ace anymore, of course. He just didn’t want the man to be tortured to death. That’s all. “So…” Spider said, refocusing on the situation at hand. “So you came here because…” “Because we need to hide you,” Honey told him. “As soon as those animals find those pictures – and they will, make no mistake – they’ll come looking for you.” “Oh. Oh, right.” Spider spoke numbly, automatically. “Of course they will.”

"That this weirdo is spending so much money on you. You haven't met this guy before, but he knows work is hard for you and how stressed you are with all the gossip. He misses your eyes, your beauty." Kali stared at the box. "How many times did you read that card." "Is that what matters now? Listen to me. This guy can be dangerous. If he is making fantasies in his head and convincing himself that there is a relationship between the two of you. He could do something dangerous one of these days." Kali seemed to understand where he was going. She immediately shifted from sceptical to worried. He didn't want to scare her, but it was something that they had to address.

Since I was the only one with a vampire gene, I would instantly be the killer. "Take caution! We are close to where the few guards are. If you keep running like this, we will be noticed!" My wolf warned in fright, but the urge to get back into the packhouse was so strong, and the adrenaline rushing through my veins wouldn't allow me to slow down even a little bit. "Selene, you are endangering our....." Her voice choked in her throat as we both caught sight of the bodyguards who were guarding the emergency path. We were scared that they would sense our movement and get hold of us, but what we saw was shocking.

After disengaging from the hug he walked towards the door of the tent. “Are you sure you know what you're doing? It's a very dangerous place out there all alone." Dominic said to him. “Then it's a good thing I am the fastest wolf in this pack then." Henry said then let out a smile.

He was flexing his muscles as if to show that he wasn't afraid of detective Walsh, and I touched him, making him know how serious the situation was. “So what are you suggesting, boss? Complete eradication? Extermination?” I nodded, running a hand through my hair. I lit the joint again, restoring the flame. I took in the smoke, then billowed some into the air. “Anyhow you need to do it, Henry. We need to clip his wings before he gets too close. He's a dangerous one, and the earlier we push him away, the better.” Henry nodded, smoking his joint with a certain coolness that I found amazing.

Henry was just as taken aback as Justin was. Henry never thought that the people he brought here would not listen to his orders at all. "Apollo and Creed, did you hear me? If you don't stop, I will let you… uh!" Instinctively, Justin lifted a hand to block it, and there was a loud "clang." A tiny, concealed weapon slid to the floor, revealing a needle-like dart. At that moment, if Justin had not intervened, Henry would have received a direct hit to the mouth. Henry's face whitened with fear, and he no longer dared to shout.

"Scream, Solana. Scream. Call Dad. Let’s see if that old man in the wheelchair can save his holy wife from my hands." With every word Henry spoke, his hands became more daring. One of his palms held my waist tightly, while the other began to travel—from my shoulder, slowly down the curve of my back, until I felt his touch on my hip. "Don't... don't do this," I pleaded, but my body was betraying me. With every touch of Henry's skin, it felt as if electricity was flowing through my veins—a confusing sensation that mixed with my fear. Why, despite this man's evil personality, was my body seemingly drifting along? Why did I seem to like the danger Henry brought?

“Cold?” “Freezing,” I muttered, even though his sweaty jersey was ten times worse. He ruffled my hair—messy, playful, the way only a big brother would… but to outsiders? Yeah, it probably looked weird. Especially since we didn’t look even remotely related. Not the same hair. Not the same face. Not the same build. Nothing. “Don’t look at Xavier,” Henry said suddenly, voice dropping to a warning whisper. “He’s a monster.” I blinked. “Who?”

This was something much more dangerous. But if it wasn't Henry... then who?