Henry Stickmin: Valiant Hero Novels & Stories

No hesitation reflected in their moves, matching speed, strength, and skills in a macabre display, trying their utmost to best the other and emerge triumphant. One of them, a young golden streaked, and blonde-haired boy, was sweating profusely due to the unceasing combat that followed till now. An extremely focused expression, however, persisted on his handsome face, his body precisely evading the blows and murderous slashes of his opponent. Still, he didn't stop there, answering his opponent's relentless strikes with equally brutal attacks of his own.

From the moment I could remember, Adam Henry had been one of my greatest heroes, second only to my dad. "Come on, Adam. You can do this," Joanna said, clutching her hands together in a moment of pure femininity. She was amazing as a tomboy and as a young woman in love. Both suited her and were obviously two parts of what made her great. Adam grunted, lunging, his eyes never leaving the battle. His sword came down with a clang on Christopher's, metal scraping against metal. They were equal in height, but in that moment Adam seemed taller. And I knew Christopher was yet again letting him have the upper hand. My heart warmed for him. There was definitely still good in Christopher.

The crowd of refugees and soldiers parted like a sea. A small figure burst through the line of heavy infantry. "Mama! Papa!" Valen was running toward us. He was wearing an oversized wool tunic, his dark hair a messy tangle. He did not look like a Sky Eater. He did not look like a weapon of mass destruction. He just looked like a five-year-old boy who had been waiting for his parents to come home. I fell to my knees, not caring about the bruising stone. I threw my arms open.

As time went on, more and more people got eliminated until they entered the finals. Third Person POV "I'm here, lord Valentine," Victor said whilst bowing slightly after he reached the strategy hall. There were twenty men present, all of them were Valentine's confidants. Although Victor's rank is above them by a level he still dares not command them. "And where is Henry that sent the message to you?" As he said that, the hall immediately fell silent, all eyes staring at Victor. "He is dead," he said. "You son of a bitch! I will kill you!" One of the confidants, who happens to be Henry's elder blood brother, rushed out. His eyes are red with fur, and if not for someone holding him immediately

the man who had just spoken had the stick laced on the side of his mouth. Valerie didn't know what he was talking about and was about to leave them alone when one of them stood up and removed a metal and placed it on her head. She didn't understand what the metal was but one thing was evident for Valerie, whatever that metal is, it was dangerous and so before he could do anything, removed the metal from her hands using her telekinetic powers. Other men stood up and wanted to launch at her but she swiftly... and coupled with her powers took them out within a few minutes.

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.

She froze, wide-eyed, but Gideon shoved her behind a stack of crates. The doors of the van slid open, and masked figures poured out, moving with rehearsed ease. One was carrying a crowbar, its metal flashing as he darted. I dodged and punched him in the jaw, the crack of bone a welcome sound. Another charged towards me, a blade glimmering. I seized his wrist, twisting it from its hold forced him to release it, and at the same time sent my knee crashing into his stomach. My mind was elsewhere. Valenticia behind the crates, Gideon beside her, throwing her the USB stick.

It was like I didn’t even matter enough to hate. “Where are you taking her?” a voice quavered from the crowd. Old Elara, I thought, who used to give me sweet berries when I was a child. “To her judgment,” Henry’s voice was flat, final. “Commander Valerius will see to it.” A new figure stepped out from beside Henry. Commander Valerius. I knew him by reputation. He was Henry’s most loyal dog, and twice as vicious. Tall, with a face that looked like it had been carved from granite and left out in a storm. His eyes were small and black, like a wolf’s in the dead of night, but without any of the wild beauty. Just cold, empty cruelty.

I admit, he has good features but his face was stern that gives off a dark aura around him. Henry Rosenkrantz. Veluven's 2nd Prince, the greatest swordmaster in the Empire gaining the nickname "Grim Reaper", the one who'll kill Valeria in the future. In the last chapters of the novel, Henry started a coup d'etat. The reason? Zion became a shitty emperor. In the battle between the two brothers, Henry accidentally killed Valeria because she sacrificed herself for Zion. Seeing the dead body of her best friend, Cassiopeia stabbed Henry's chest with a poisoned dagger which led to his death. After the coup d'etat, Zion changed for the betterment of the Empire. End of the story. " Thanks but, you'