Henry Golding Novels & Stories

I greet him nicely. He lifted his head and look me in the eye “oh, yes, I am from group 5 as well, waiting for the others. May I know your name? I think it’s raining heavily there in their places” he looked up to see the sky tonight. The beginning of a new year is still in a rainy season and it’s hard to predict the weather.

And so, he jumped down into the underground city. As he landed on the ground something shuffled across the dirt to his right. In one smooth motion, Alexander whipped out his gun and aimed at the source of the movement. The gun's bang echoed around him, but he heard the distinct sound of a body dropping against the ground. He continued moving forward. Halfway through, he felt a tingling sensation at the nape of his neck. Without glancing back or breaking stride, Alexander pointed the gun over his shoulder, upside down, and fired three times. Only one sharp intake of breath reached his ears, but he heard the gratifying thuds of three separate bodies dropped and laid lifelessly on the ground.

He wasn’t like any wolf I’d ever seen—not even in the oldest memory-visions whispered by the elders. His fur shimmered with obsidian and silver, like lightning trapped in shadow. And his eyes… God, his eyes. burned gold. Not the kind of gold that promised warmth or hope—no. They were molten. Merciless. Like a dying sun collapsing in on itself. Time held its breath. The wind blew. Even the trees leaned away from him, as though nature itself remembered the monster it once entombed. Henry moved first—just a step. No flinch. No fear. Just a steady gaze.

"Yeah. Got a problem with that?" Henry nodded, impressed. "Bold. Reminds me of myself back in the day. But more than that, you've got the strength to back it up. I'm Henry, also from Gabo Creek. My family's the Fischers, one of the Three Titans. If you ever run into trouble here in Goldridge, come find me." He gave a slight wave, turned, and walked off with clean efficiency. Andrew's expression took on a hint of confusion. He wondered if this was an olive branch being extended to him in an attempt to win him over?

He slid a cigarette between his lips and flicked open a lighter. The small flame illuminated his face briefly before he lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply. Martins stood a few steps away from him, his posture respectful and attentive. The man had been working for the Golding family long enough to understand Henry’s moods. Tonight, Henry looked too quiet than usual, but Martins could sense the storm behind that silence. “Mr. Golding,” Martins began carefully. Henry did not look at him immediately. He continued watching the smoke drift upward, his mind clearly occupied with something else.

I stage whisper. “You’re going to frighten the boy with those spooky stories,” Jenni scolds. “I’m not scared.” Hayden puffs his chest out, all bravado. “I want to hear about Gordon.” Jenni brings over a package of hotdogs and a couple of roasting sticks, the kind that retract to get really small and easily transportable. She extends them and stabs a hotdog onto one before handing it to Hayden. “Did you know there was once gold discovered in these mountains?” I ask.

With his sleek black fur glistening under the moonlight, Henry patrolled the borders of his pack, his senses heightened to every sound and scent that permeated the air. As the powerful leader of his pack, Henry had always prided himself on maintaining order and ensuring the safety and prosperity of his pack members. However, tensions had been building between his pack and the rival pack, led by Alpha Gabriel, for some time now. Rumors of Gabriel's pack members encroaching upon their territory had reached Henry's ears, and he knew he needed to address the situation before it escalated further.

The assistant hurriedly introduced himself, “I’m Mr. Fox's assistant. My name is Harper Saw.” Charlie nodded and said, “Please help us pass the message to Mr. Fox. Miss Golding’s bodyguards informed us that we suddenly lost the communication signal here. This is a great safety hazard. For Miss Golding’s safety, we have to leave first!”

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

he answered. I smiled then blushed, I was lucky that he wasn't around, he could have laughed at me. He was like a father to me. "Um..., I have something to tell you," I said "Okay I'm listening," he answered. "Becky must have told you about it since she usually visits you, so there... Um..., I am living with that man I had brought from the hospital, it was a decision I made without thinking much about it since he has no memory I named him Lewis. At first, I thought that he was crazy, as in really mad, that's what Lizzy thought too because the man not only ate mud, he usually laughs and talks to his pillow or himself, he thinks it's his mother or father, he also thinks the shoe is a phone. He