Henry's Book From Once Upon A Time Novels & Stories

[But I'm still really touched. I didn't answer. I turned off my phone and lay down. Moonlight spilled across the room, sharp and bright. When we were kids, Henry was just as stubborn. He said he'd be the best doctor. Studied every single day. We told him to take a break. He never did. One time he read past midnight and woke up with a fever. We took turns watching over him. The first thing he said when he opened his eyes— "Where's my book?"

Logan scuffed “It’s sad when I’m the only one that had noticed it” “Oh, please don’t tell me you went in there to be her knight in shining armor, you don’t have to hide it from me Dollmaker” I lifted an eyebrow “What are you talking about?” I asked Henry. “I can smell her on your breath” I hissed. God, I wanted to reach out and grab him by the throat and ring the life out of this stupid cat.

Henry wore the necklace to bed, the cool silver pressed against his chest as though it might anchor him through the storm in his mind. Damien’s envelope still sat unopened in the drawer. The principal’s warnings echoed in his ears. And now this gift—from someone who dared to call him Blue Moon. Sleep came fitfully, dreams twisting between wolves, chains and crowns. When he woke the next morning, his mother noticed the necklace instantly. “Henry,” she whispered. “Where did you get that?” He hesitated. “A stranger gave it to me. Last night. Said it was from someone who remembers us.”

"And make sure what I felt earlier was just my imagination. Wait here, and don't step out." Aurora nodded. "Alright." Henry caressed her cheek before turning and leaving the room. The moment he shut the door behind him, his smile dropped and a cold look took over his handsome face. When he entered the ground floor again, the feeling returned. The feeling of something strange in the castle. The first thing he thought of were the dragon eggs. He walked up to the room and shoved the door open. The chest was where he left it, right in the middle of the room. It was still locked.

The rain lashed against my face as I counted my steps. One. Two. Three. Footsteps closed in fast, and then his arms caught me from behind, holding me in place. "Sam! Don't go!" For the first time, there was panic in his voice. A faint smile curved at my lips beneath the rain. … Henry didn't carry me back to that rundown place. Instead, he took me to a luxury mansion halfway up the hill. That night, he didn't touch me. He simply held me as he slept, as if I were something precious he had just regained.

“Don’t be ridiculous. That’s so… so melodramatic. Promise me, no more binge-watching low-budget idol dramas, okay?” Orion shook his head and mumbled, “As usual… the advice of those old war dogs was totally useless.” We were still chuckling when a sharp knock echoed through the room. Instantly, we became tense. Who could be knocking at this hour? The night was deep and quiet, and we were supposed to be alone. “Who’s there?” Orion called, his voice firm. A tired, familiar voice answered from outside. “It’s me… Henry.” We froze in place. Henry. Here? He was supposed to be leading the soldiers deep in the witch clan ruins. Something was definitely off.

His younger sister—Ursula Lockwood—has just returned from the magic academy after spending her first semester in her final year of school. The first thing the woman with long silver hair in the red dress, who would soon turn seventeen when she saw him, did was jump right up to him, who was reading a book on medicinal herbs. "Brother!" The shrill voice of his sister, coupled with Ursula’s merciless jump, knocked down the book he was reading. He screamed in pain when Ursula’s body hit him.

As the door clicked shut, the man tied up in the chair let out a ragged breath, his fate now left in the hands of Henry's most loyal follower. As Henry and Jason made their way into the living area of the grand estate, they unexpectedly crossed paths with Mia. Her presence immediately ignited Henry's anger once more. Mia, adorned in a beautiful blue gown that complemented her innocent, fairy-tale-like appearance, took a step back upon seeing Henry. She was well aware that encountering him at this hour could only lead to trouble. Henry glared at her, his voice filled with disdain as he spat out, "Didn't I warn you to stay away from me?"

If magic still lived in my scar, what did that mean for me? I dressed quickly and stepped outside into the crisp morning air. The camp was waking: healers steaming brew, trainees sparring with wooden swords, Liam training with Joren under Elijah’s watchful eye. A life of simple purpose. But I felt alone on a sudden island, marked not just by battle scars but by a hidden enchantment. I hurried to find Henry. If anyone could help me, it was him. I found Henry at the herb shelves in the apothecary tent, eyes closed as he inhaled the scent of dried lavender. He turned when he heard me enter, concern flashing in his gaze.

"The only place that makes sense." "Here," Emma said, stretching out a book to Eric. Eric flipped through it. "Isn't this like about 500 pages?" He asked looking up at Emma. Emma chuckled. "You said you wanted to try, don't give up now." Henry saw Emma's post and immediately knew the bookstore she was in. He went there often too to buy books. He picked up his glasses from the counter, his jacket then headed out. He wasn't sure why he was going but he knew he wanted to.