Henry Stick Man Novels & Stories

I tightened my arms around my self and tried to manage a small smile to the little crowd all looking at me curiously. " Seems she is the shy type. Let me tell you something sugar. Here, there is no shy type. We all work together to achieve and get through every day. So if you think keeping quiet is going to help you out, you are flat out wrong. I would advise you to actually try to introduce yourself." Henry said. I knew him, he was a pack member that assisted around the house. He always threw stones or sticks and insults my way anytime he saw me walk past.

He mocked as I clicked oh my watch. A long stick made of iron was brought up from the floor. I picked it up and smiled at him. "The person who sent you over, didn't seem to have told you how far my craziness can go" "You can't do anything to me with that stick " He smirked and I scoffed. "Don't worry, A baby created by me, can hit with ghost, humans and demons" I smiled at him and smashed him with the Iron stick just in time before he disappeared.

The man in the car queried the one who was standing out in the mysterious alley. "I tried okay, I really did," replied the one who stood out with his hands in pocked. He seemed annoyed. But his annoyance lived a short life, as the one the car growled in his low voice,"Don't you fucking use that tone on me. You should know better you are alive because of whom, Henry." Henry Smith was a criminal, a thug who was about to get murdered but was saved by the person in the car in time and now he was indebted to him.

Henry inquired. He had just awoken, feeling revitalized, and his body felt as good as new. The only thing that stank was his sweat-covered body. Henry couldn't find Riel anywhere, and the only person he saw was a man dressed like a nobleman but with unhuman-like features. 'Ah, I actually died.' 'I'm sorry, father!' Henry sobbed. "How dreadful." When Henry heard that voice, he immediately turned around to see his friend Riel staring at him with his customary disdainful expression. He attempted to jump towards me, but got halted.

I watched her relax some and I let the guards take their places before walking away. I walked towards the kitchen and heard Henry humming. "Big bad Brotherhood guy humming in the kitchen" I couldn't control my laughter.. Henry wasn't as big as Zeus. He was younger than all of us. I brought him into the brotherhood from the streets a few years ago. He felt like family to me. He was strung out and alone when I found him. I gave him the choice to get sober and work for me. It took his dumbass a while to get straightened out but I trust him as much as I trust Zeus now. He wanted his brotherhood name to be Henry, and we don't speak his name before. He chose to leave that part of him in the past a

“What the hell? How is it still bleeding? What did you do—work on a construction site moving bricks?” Henry, noticing the problem, turned to look at the cabinet standing against the wall as if he'd just seen a ghost. “You assembled this by hand?” He was met with a sharp glare that screamed shut up. Straightening up, Henry muttered under his breath, “This is a living hell.” After treating Calvin’s wound, the latter tossed him a screw and smirked. “Four bodies, five grains. Here’s your chance to exercise.” “I… shit, what a ‘big chance,’ huh?”

One of the members said. I ran off to where he stood struggling to pull out a heavy metal. And surprisingly It was Henry. I froze watching him struggle as his fingers bled from pulling the metal too hard. “Don’t just stand there!!” “Help me out!!” He yelled as I snapped back to reality. I bent to the ground assisting as I had my end of the metal pulled. The more we did, the more I realized there were kids stuck underneath what seemed like a hole covered with a heavy metal filled with grass.

But his body alone has saved him from a variety of situations completely out of his control. The pain is the same for anyone but he is able to withstand it and it outright can prevent him from dying. He doesn't know if it was some sort of experiment put on him by his parents or if he was just born with it. This man was the same man who was torched by Joseph Faust and temporarily crippled by Andreas Valerius Hunt. It took an hour for Henry to regain his composure. Since the last place he remembered Joseph go down to was somewhere near the basement, Henry went down there.

Although the man was unnerved, he still felt superior to the Twelfth Universe’s humans and began to threaten Jacopo. “Shut the f*ck up.” Henry raised his foot and kicked the man to the floor, causing him to roll over a couple of times. “It doesn’t matter which universe you’re from. Once you’ve stepped foot into the Twelfth Universe’s Human Realm, you follow our rules.” Henry was a hot-head. Regardless of how many years had passed, his temper never got better.

Instead, he narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists. "You have to fight us if you wish to see Ms. Shepherd." The man crept forward. "Go!" As the command was given, the group of men closed in on Henry and surrounded him. Henry was good at fighting. He remained calm in the face of danger and held up a fair fight. Just then, a voice came from upstairs. "Henry." The voice diverted Henry's attention. In that momentary distraction, his lower leg was struck by an iron rod, and he immediately fell to his knees.