Henry Danger Novels & Stories

He was enjoying every bit of it “why are you interested in any of this anyways? It’s dangerous. It might look fascinating now but the dangers that come with it is insane” Henry warned as he lifted his shirt and doused his wound with hydrogen peroxide He grunt with clenched fists and veins showing on his neck that he wanted to scream but couldn’t, Dylan’s face was pulled into irritation. “If you were me and you found out that the supernatural was real, everything you watched and wish you could be your whole life was actually real. Won’t you ask questions?” Dylan shrugged

"The fact that they couldn't find anything today is enough to make them move on their own." Henry, ever the cautious voice, gave me a concerned look. "Visiting Lance Spears in person is a very risky move," he warned again. I waved him off, not particularly worried. "Oh, right, it'll be risky." I didn't seem to care much, my mind already working through different scenarios. "But you're a genius, Henry! I'll go to HUG directly instead of waiting for them to make a move." Henry's eyes widened. "That wasn't my idea, boss! In fact, I just advised against it—"

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.

Let me know immediately. ‘What I have been trying to tell you is that I am capable of taking care of myself, don't worry about me.’ I assured him. ‘Henry has men at his disposal. Men that are willing to pave ways for him even if it means taking lives. If you have any funny ideas in that tiny cute head of yours terminate it.’ If he wanted his words to scare me then it was mission accomplished. ‘can you see why I never wanted you to work with Henry from the get go? That man may not seem like it but he is dangerous.'

“In front of everyone. You don’t understand how that looked.” There was a pause, then his tone softened, dark velvet. “You don’t understand the kind of enemies I have, Amara. Leaving like that… it puts you in danger.” Her throat tightened. The danger part wasn’t new but the way he said it was. Like it wasn’t a threat, but a warning. “Dante—” “Lock your doors,” he interrupted quietly. “And don’t trust anyone tonight.” The line went dead. She stared at her phone, pulse hammering.

“We can’t just leave it here. It could cause problems for us.” Henry let out a dismissive scoff, his confidence unshaken. “Look around me. There’s nobody here,” he retorted, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Also, that pile of crap isn’t going to cause any problems for us. H was a worthless scumbag with a long list of enemies. There’s no way they’ll trace it back to us.” Martin’s eyes widened in disbelief. He had underestimated Henry’s audacity and the lengths he was willing to go to achieve his goal, and deep down, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease about the consequences of their actions.

Zeke I always took pride in my Harley Davidson, it the one thing I owned legally. I had earned the money for it the right way, saved up until I was able to afford it. The one thing that had no ties to gangs, mafia, crime. With my job as a hit man I made pretty sweet deals, money was not a problem for me but I wanted something safe. No, I needed it, it was like a tether something keep me grounded. This was exactly why I took my bike out for a ride after every assignment as I liked to call them, hit job made me feel like a monster so I avoid the term as much as possible. I went out for rides to clear my head, to help ease the guilt of committing a murder.

He's surprisingly calm as if his life is filled with tranquility. About Falcon, he is severely wounded. I couldn't even recognize him when I saw him while he is being taken inside the ambulance. His face was completely unrecognizable, I even heard the medic say, "fuck, I think he broke his nose and jaw." I honestly want to thank Hazard immediately for saving me. I don't know his story but even though I was not close enough to see Falcon's face while he was being beaten by Hazard, I could feel his anger. I was assuming that he had a past with violence and harassment, maybe someone dear to him has also experienced such? I wanted to stop him that time because there was blood all over him and I'

"Any news for me regarding him?." "Selene." He said, his time sounded serious. "You have to stay away from Henry Thompson. I did some digging and what I found out wasn't good." "What? Does that mean you got dirt on him?" "He is dangerous, Selene. If I were you, I would stay out of his way. Don't do anything stupid." He warned.

Ryan mumbled under his breath,watching Samantha in amazement. Olgy pointed the pistol at her face but a quick punch from Ryan sent the pistol flying off his hand. Henry surged towards Samantha as Ryan took on Olgy. Samantha beat up Henry black and blue until he managed to escape. Olgy, seeing Henry running away, he broke free from Ryan's grips and he ran after Henry. They both dragged Danny into the car while Ryan tried to chase after them. “Let them be,” Samantha said to him with her hand on his shoulder. He wiped the perspiration dripping off his brows as he tried to catch his breath.