Henry Golding Novels & Stories

“Well, well. What is this, I wonder?” “You know very well what it is.” The scent of the gold drew him, like a black bear to honey. He walked to the table and crouched down, dragging it out into the open, testing its weight. “Heavy. It looks like Henry might have been telling the truth, though I would like to see for myself.”

She shouted angrily, "It's Johnny? Did Johnny do this?!" She recognized the fat man. He was Golding Williams, who, like the Coles, made his fortune through coal mines. It was just that his coal mine was bigger than that of the Coles, and he invested in a series of downstream industries. His company was bigger than the Coles’ and he was much richer.

“Hogan was strong because he was born with a curse that can kill all of the werewolves around him! Everyone, you knew how Hogan’s friends died in the past! They all perished because of Hogan’s curse! I was trying to protect everyone from his bane!” “Lie!” Regis rebuked. “Henry, speak up.” He turned to his pack member, the elder he brought into this place. An elderly with green hair and wrinkled skin stepped up to the platform, with his hands behind his back. “Hogan wasn’t cursed,” the man named Henry, said. My heart, which had calmed down after speaking to Elizabeth, swelled inside my chest. Loud buzzing echoed in the hall, but my heartbeat was louder. “People of Blood Moon Pack, I am Henry

He was in the middle of conversation with another guest that seemed to have come right before Israel had gotten there. Lord Henderson was a tall but rather caramel complected person. His hair was a dark brown, along with his eyes. He was very clean shaven, and there stood a form of arrogance with in him. His garments would rival that of royalty, not a single wrinkle was ever spotted. The white long sleeved satin shirt was fastened together by buttons made of gold. Each button had housed a single gem the size of a small pebble. The pants were lined with a thick gold fiber, that could not be hidden even if there was not light present. His shoes were no less than the finest leather; they were

Despite the relentless tide of monsters, Henry remained untouched, a pillar of calm amidst the chaos. The power of the wood element was overwhelming, a force that these creatures simply could not contend with. It was clear why he had earned the titles of Jade Fortress and Protector of Light; his prowess in battle was nothing short of extraordinary. In just a few short months, Henry had transformed from a teenager into a formidable warrior capable of standing toe-to-toe with the top prodigies from powerful families. His reputation had grown, and now he was a beacon of hope for those around him.

I wanted to tell my mum but that was a terrible idea. There was Emily but she would just tell me to be careful around him. I wondered why? Why was everyone so scared of him? I mean he doesn't seem like the big bad wolf to me. It got me thinking. Who is Henry Williams? Where did he come from? I mean he's literally the only boy in Ravenport currently that I know with the hottest British accent. Did I just say hot? Ew. I pulled out my laptop and typed in his name into a search bar and what popped up was unbelievable.

Right as college acceptance letters went out, my golden boy of a brother, Bill Cyrus, spread a rumor that I stole his spot at Braxton University. His only proof was a single paparazzi shot of me standing outside the university gates. Of course, my parents believed him. To protect Bill's precious reputation, they forced me to take the fall. They even threatened to lock me away in an internet-addiction center for good to erase their embarrassment of their younger son—the one who dropped out and ran wild for a year. Watching my own family line up to tear me apart over one massive lie, the last scrap of hope I had for them shattered completely. I stopped holding back. I watched, ice-cold, a

Atticus is a ghost, he's not real. The room is almost pitch black save for the light coming from underneath the door. I still have to rely on my sense of touch to find the nearest wall. I don't have time to panic because I'm waving my hands in the air, hoping I don't trip over something. When I touch what feels like the frame of the door, my hands scan anxiously for the knob. Once it's open, I can see a little better through the dim light of the stained glass window. I cautiously peak my head into the hallway and from the looks of it, Atticus isn't here. The entire house is back to being old and abandoned.

Mary said as I handed Jules a helmet. I had checked her F******k and I knew what Henry Fisher looked like. He looked like an asshole, very much in love with himself, he rode off road scramblers, liked to take pictures of himself and I didn’t really get what Jules had seen in him. Jules and her grandmother were also wolves, the sort that kept to themselves, lone wolves like I was, and that worried me a bit because they would wonder about Anthony’s murder. Even lone wolves kept up with news about other packs.

Racing towards my teams trap I didn’t notice when he appeared Infront of me, skidding to a stop I dropped down and narrowly avoided his clutches, I rolled to the side jumped up and got close enough to my team to know that he was surrounded. Our target Prince Dagon was a ruthless killer and thousands of years old, not that he showed it. I braced myself for his attack, but he paused and looked at me, confused. “Why do you run from me? You are my Bride.”