Henry Stick Man Novels & Stories

When we finally stopped, the guy with the flip knife pushed me out of the van. The six boys surrounded me, and I could see that some of them were carrying weapons like knives and baseball bats. I dug my hands in my pocket and stared at them with a set face. I had to stay calm and collected if I wanted to get out of this alive. Then a boy walked in, and my heart sank. It was Jacob. Jacob was clapping his hands, smiling at me. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he said lively. "If it isn't Derek, Ronnie's step brother."

Shuku!.. Shuku!.. A man dressed in a red gown, holding an iron staff decorated with the skull of different dead creatures, including humans and many mysterious medals and trinkets. Clanging as they beat against each other and the rod each time it pierced the red soil to settle on the ground; since the holder was using it as a walking stick. The lanky man who looked emaciated resembled some forbidden evil spirit that had escaped into the mortal world. His nose, sharply pointed, was an oddity among the people of this environment.

And strength. "Nooooo!" When I opened them again, the stick floated in front of me, and then turned back and flew towards the stickman. That time, I could control my power. I knew I didn't him dead, or any of the other stickmen. Once the stick got to his stomach- at least it looked like one. It stopped, and waited for command. I wondered if a stick could harm a stick man, but from the terrified cry and pleading in his voice, I figured it could.

"Please Henry we can't be arguing here there's another bunch of zombies at the front I can't hit them!" "I see that is why you turned back if not you wouldn't have come back" "Henry their voices are close we need to leave now please!" Henry starts the van and drives off aggressively when he gets to where the zombies are they're only twenty of them Henry hit them with the van and they leave.

Suddenly, Richard stands out from the crowd. Richard was holding a stick with blazing fire. He glared at her and mouthed, "You and him shall burn to death." It was at that moment she realized a black fabric next to her. The crowd removed it and a man with blood all over his face appeared. "Henry!" Khana screamed in horror. She frantically moved, wanting to escape from being tied.

The man sucked in a sharp breath and fell to the ground. Henry's next hit knocked Andre back against the building behind him. He ducked to the right, and Henry's follow-up punch with his right fist struck the aluminum siding instead, and fingers broke. Andre kicked out wildly and caught the side of the man's knee, folding it sideways badly. Henry fell, screaming.

the car drove into a dark building and Henry Steele a man with half a head of hair covered in dense grey stepped out of the car. The underground parking lot which was supposed to be dark and empty was filled with men waiting for him. The older man stepped forward and looked at the men dressed in black as they stepped aside to reveal Henri. "Mr Steele, it is an honor," Henri said and Henry Steele stopped and looked right at him. "I wondered who was so adamant to meet so badly, so it's a small business man," Henry Steele said. To this, Henri laughed. "I guess that is fair. you have your son's sense of humor," Henri answered and Henry Steele's face darkened.

Tony said. I didn't know where he had picked up the habit of talking too much from but it was slowly getting on the last of my nerves and it was not in a funny way. I looked at him and cleared my throat. He may be looking like he was playing around but I knew that he was serious and I was not ready to let him down and cut myself out from what we had agreed to do together. "Who is this man? What's his name?" I asked. "That's a good first question. His name is Henry Stafford. People call him Staff because he carries around this huge staff and he behaves nothing like a stuck up human. It's a irony in more ways than one," he answered.

This would be great for a present to Stefan. Henry pinned Liam against the tree. Liam grunted, trying to explain himself and strived to break lose from the hold of Henry. He was already caked with dust from the fall after which he was thrown down by Henry. Henry, on seeing Liam came out of the bush took him no other than his enemy since he was founded lottering around where he supposed not to be.

Immediately, he stopped and tried to flee. “Do you think you can run away?” Chase’s eyes glimmered, and a stick appeared in his hand. After some swooshing sound, the man who was escaping stopped in his tracks. If one looked closely, one would notice a hole at the back of his head. Half of the stick was sticking out from it. The man’s body fell with a loud thud. His eyes were wide as if he had died in shock. He would never believe that he was killed by a stick.