Henry Danger Super Volcano Novels & Stories

“You can’t be serious, Henry.” “I’m serious about protecting this world from monsters like Gavin Pierce…” “Gavin is hardly a monster.” “I disagree,” Henry said, raising his brows. “You don’t know what Gavin would do, Erin.” “I think I know him a little better than you do.” “You haven’t known him properly in years. You have no idea what he is capable of,” Henry said in return. “He has a power that he’s not even hiding. He could be incredibly powerful and dangerous.”

Luca gives me a sorry look and walks to me. "Ernesto and Julio fell apart because of you. Julio wants you for his son, while Ernesto wants you dead. Be careful not to fall into any of their traps. They are dangerous, Nicole" Luca looks at me with pity and after ruffling my hair, he goes after his boss.

“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.

The scent of her shampoo mixed with smoke and rain, grounding him even in chaos. Cole glanced at them both, grim. “They’re not stopping, Dante. Whoever’s after her…they want blood.” Dante’s grip tightened around Amara as he turned to Cole, voice low and deadly. “Then they’ll drown in theirs.” Amara looked between them—the man who claimed to protect her, and the one who claimed to save her. And for the first time, she didn’t know which of them was more dangerous. Her voice broke softly against the silence. “That was the night I realized Dante wasn’t my danger… he was my war.”

He knew *me*. “You know who I am,” I said, stepping forward, my voice thick with threat. “Then you understand what I’m capable of.” “Of course I do,” he said breezily. He moved toward the bar beside the open-plan kitchen, poured three glasses of scotch like we were old friends. The bottle clinked softly against crystal. “Everyone knows Clyde Butch. Or should I say—the great *Viper*.” Diego tensed beside me. The fucker knew about *that*, too.

his sober voice broke through the phone. “Ken, what's going on?” She asked, her heart racing fast as she shut down her laptop and raced to the TV stand. She could hear Sasha's sobs in the background and her fears increased. “You haven't heard the news?!” Ken cried loudly. Her heart pounded against her dress as the tv turned on. She ended the call and tuned in to the news channel. “CEO and founder of OTECH, Mr Sylvester Hamilton, and his beloved wife were involved in a horrible helicopter crash this morning…,” Samantha listened to the reporter on TV.

"CALM DOWN. I'M YOUR OLDER BROTHER." "I don't fucking care." Elison's hand was already closing around another blade—there seemed to be an endless, almost suspicious supply of them lying around this house—and Heinz's eyes went wide with genuine terror. "Elison, stop," Adira called from somewhere down the hall, without even turning around. "But mo—" Whatever protest Elison meant to make was cut off by his own decision to hurl the knife anyway. "WHAT THE FUCK," Azhael shouted, ducking on instinct.

For one second, he thinks it will be Sarah or a news alert. It is Adrian. Julian does not touch the phone. The message sits there anyway. “Do not believe everything people say for the cameras.” Julian reads it once. Then again. Heat moves through him, part anger, part want, part something more dangerous than either. Adrian knows. That is the problem. He knows what the answer sounded like. He knows what it did. And still, he said it. Julian picks up the phone. His thumb moves before he can soften the words.

Maybe I should delete it then I'd tell Avani this was insane and I wasn't doing it. Should— My phone rang, it was sienna. "Hey," I answered. "Diego. Listen. I need to tell you something about Felton D'Angelo." "What about him?" "Be careful. He's not—he's not what he seems." "What does that mean?" "It means he's dangerous. It means people who get close to him tend to disappear. It means—" She stopped. "Just be careful. Okay?" "Sienna, what are you talking about?"

Easton let out a chuckle as his eyes moved to me, before he said, “You do realize that you weigh nothing, and you will be fine. It is my weight that we have to worry about.” I knew that he was probably right, but there was still the fear in the back of my mind, making me remain extra careful and cautious, because for one, I didn’t want to die, and for two, I would be no use in helping to save Urijah, if I got hurt. Thankfully, Easton still had ahold of my hand leading me, when the ground began to shake once again beneath our feet, and I stupidly moved my eyes from where I was walking to the top of the volcano to watch it erupt, but it wasn’t the only thing that had plans on erupting at that