Henry Winchester Supernatural Novels & Stories

Anna gazed at her wristwatch, and it sent chills down her spine when she noticed the hands of the clock were juggling. She took it off as soon as possible, and it fell to the ground. The spark that came from the wristwatch sent creepy vibes. In a blink, it got destroyed in front of us, but none of us was aware. She put a hand over her mouth, not making any sound. We weren't in the state to utter a word. "Are we in hell or what? This island seems horrific." We both had no answer to Bell's words. Likewise, we had the storm arise in our minds.

I immediately pulled out the knife behind my leg and throw it at the werewolf attacking in front. I quickly glanced at the one who hasn’t transformed yet but he doesn’t even budge, he is just watching. I grabbed this chance to throw one of my knives but his reflex in a human form is greater than I thought. He caught the knife and stared at the engraved symbol. “The famous clan of Ambrose,” he muttered but I didn’t pay any attention because we are now being outnumbered by these monsters. Rendall and I stopped attacking for a second and weigh the situation we are in. I was about to cover Rendall when I felt a hard thing bump into the back of my head. I touched it as I am slowly losing my balan

The snow was getting heavier outside, in the middle of summer, and his mother’s words from a very long time ago echoed in his mind. Snow in summer in Duradel is a bad sign. The danger is lurking, Henry. When snow falls in Duradel during summer, one must be vigilant and prepare for the worst. That evening, when both of his parents were burned to death at the hands of vampire hunters, snow fell the day before in the middle of summer. “Tell me, Raphael,” said Henry, still looking out, “Are you hiding something from me?” After saying that, Henry turned to look at the head of the Deammone family servant, who had served for hundreds of years. As discreet as he kept his secrets, Henry was sure he w

the soldier asked nervously. He was utterly clueless about the situation. "Quiet! Don't interrupt my thoughts!" Henry snapped. He stared at the disk, trying to find an entry point. Suddenly, his head felt heavy, and he fell into a trance. He saw countless stars surrounding him and the four magical beasts charging at him! Seeing Henry turned pale, everyone knew that something was amiss. All of a sudden, Henry felt a sharp pain in his throat and coughed up blood! "Mr. Shaw! Mr. Shaw! Are you okay?" Taylor asked anxiously.

She was proud of him. "You did it!" she jumped a little, excited and happy for him. It meant Henry was a good supernatural being, he wasn't an evil creature. "Come on in," said Tania, who subconsciously took Henry's hand. Henry chose to let it be because Tania's warm grip made him feel calm and safe. He looked back once again, watching the thick barriers didn't waver and stood tall. Tania was indeed a weird human. She had a house protected by a magic spell.

“Her blood must be divine, to make you want to drink again.” Henry reached for me then, snatched me by the wrist, and brought it up to his mouth. “I’m a bit hungry now. You wouldn’t mind if I have a little taste…” Henry extended his fangs as he opened his mouth. His eyes on my wrist, he leaned in – Then screamed. Dropping my hand, he stepped back and grabbed his head with both hands. What was happening?! I looked to Damien, hoping he could make sense of this, but what I saw made my heart stop.

“Cold?” “Freezing,” I muttered, even though his sweaty jersey was ten times worse. He ruffled my hair—messy, playful, the way only a big brother would… but to outsiders? Yeah, it probably looked weird. Especially since we didn’t look even remotely related. Not the same hair. Not the same face. Not the same build. Nothing. “Don’t look at Xavier,” Henry said suddenly, voice dropping to a warning whisper. “He’s a monster.” I blinked. “Who?”

{Using a silencer is always beneficial, especially in a situation like this} Henry got up from the floor, but before he could do anything, I hit his head hard with my gun's butt, which was enough to make him lose consciousness for a while. I took another pair of handcuffs from my kit and clasped them around his hands. He didn't wince when the silver touched his skin, and his skin didn't burn or turn red, which only meant one thing: he was either a warlock or a hunter.

Tears rolled down my face, landing on Henrys beige jacket in light pink splotches as they mixed with the blood staining my face. "We'll go to the witch," Henry said. "Get him to take Obsidian away. We'll find another way to bring Fyre back." I nodded, leaning against Henry. His arm wrapped around my waist, holding me upright. Waves of nausea rocked over me. My whole body shook like a leaf in a winter breeze. I closed my eyes shutting out the terror and carnage that filled White Castle and let Henry guide me into the streets. The carnage followed us. The white cobblestones were washed with blood. Doors to houses were ripped from their hinges. Bodies of families were littered across the ground

I couldn't. Henry grabbed my hand and looked me in the eye as he started spitting up blood. I hadn't realized the injuries had spread out further than I thought. He also had a wound on his chest that started seeping through his black-colored shirt. " I love...." he sputtered before his eyes closed. The world seemed to have gone cold. I hadn't realized the fire anymore. It was irrelevant at this point. Not even the heat of the flames could replace the swift coldness that pierced my heart the second Henry took his last breath. I could hear Harry saying something about Henry's death being my fault. The birds were no longer chirping. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. Pain......All I knew n