Henry X William Afton Novels & Stories

There should be no one in Fern City who had more eyes and ears than him. A close friend of Weston’s, they were very powerful when they worked together, and practically no one dared to mess with them. Henry had an eccentric temper. He would not help simply anyone. Even if Xavier was Weston’s uncle, he might not necessarily invite him. His eyes sank as he fell into deep contemplation. When he turned his back, Weston was already standing behind him without realizing it. He was shocked for a moment but changed back to his usual sloppy self just as quickly. He patted his shoulder, asking, “Why are you walking without a sound?”

After all, Lenore and Miliana were like friends and companions to him as well as to Louisa. The funeral went smoothly. And after the two chests were put in the hole, Henry decided to walk slowly closer to it. Standing right at the very back of the people who were also there. He didn't know what he would say if he met Lenore's parents in person there. Or how he can answer all the questions that everyone might ask him. Whether it's about Louisa's condition, or maybe about the bomb explosion earlier. He won't be able to answer all of them. And he wouldn't be able to do it in the slightest. Drrrtt

Henry raised an eyebrow and simply smiled, asking with a pout, "When are they planning to strike?" Antonio shook his head, furrowing his brow. "Old Mr. Alston is very cunning. We can't find out the exact time, but it's probably within the next few days. Both you and your mother need to be careful." "If he comes after me, I can let it go. But if he dares to touch my mother, I won't show him any mercy. I'll make him die in a gruesome way!" Henry's adorable little face filled with a murderous aura, his determination firm.

"Henry's already working the room." I nodded absently, my attention still focused on the rippling water. "Make sure he's discreet. I don't want my presence known yet." Zack grinned. "That's why we're sitting out here by the pond instead of inside with all the important people, right?" I shot him a warning glance, but he was already moving away, intercepting Henry Stewart near the bar. Henry was a mid-ranking wolf from one of the allied packs – not particularly powerful but well-connected socially. His light brown hair and friendly features made him approachable, and his nervous energy made him easy to manipulate.

"You think by finding a man you get to Don't forget. Your surname is Harrington. One day, you'll inherit this business and everything with it," "So you knew? Mattson was selling weapons to criminals and you didn't stop him?" Wade realized. "Stop him? Do I look like you, a fool who goes running around and getting into trouble, mixing up with dirty people. Drinking in bars and getting your fucking life taken away for something that's not worth it," Henry glared at his wounded leg.

Althaia has to be involved in this again. Henry has left the penitentiary and intends to go to Althaia's estate to confront her. He was nearly there when he saw a gathering of werewolves drinking in front of a small, low tent. He some of them right away. He rushed up to them and yanked one of them out of their seats. Everyone was taken aback and horrified to see him. "How did you get out?!" Henry yelled to the man he was holding. "Wait, H-Henry! Why are you doing this?!" the man stuttered as he attempted to break free from his grasp. "Didn't the queen tell you?"

The icing on the cake, if you will. The council was meant to find the defiled and naked body of the missing Henry’s heir, Hilary Henry. It was meant to send everyone into a whirlwind of chaos. Hilary Henry was a known name around the wolfen community and a familiar face at the council. She was mated to the ever-respected Beta Miles Roberts, and her body being found in such a planned state would have become his unravelling, but no, that nosy Councilman had to interfere before Kane could strike her from behind.

The air was thick with the smell of damp earth and something else—something metallic. Inside, rows of stone coffins lined the walls, their surfaces etched with the names of Ashworth ancestors. But it wasn’t the coffins that drew Elliot’s attention. It was the figure slumped in the corner. Henry. The butler’s body was propped against the wall, his head tilted at an unnatural angle. His eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling. A bloody gash stretched across his chest, soaking his pristine shirt. Emma let out a strangled gasp, and Elliot stepped forward, his pulse pounding in his ears.

the old man gestured to William, as if to command him. When William heard this, his heart began to pound and he asked, "What is my father's left hand doing here?? Robert Henry Codrington?" Old Henry stared at William, who was more than ten meters away, for a long time, "I said, Stand up." After hearing this, William straightened up completely after getting up from his seat, and said, "Mister Henry, do you have any instructions for me?" While talking to old Henry, William glanced at the man behind him, William gulping his saliva as he wondered in his mind, "Robert Henry codrington and Alexander...what is this fateful day?"

' Hector said, trying to hold his grief in check. 'I shall get to the bottom of this and whoever it was who did this shall pay dearly for it!' 'I agree with you', Henry said. 'I shall make available to you everything at my disposal that can help in identifying the murderer', he said. 'Who could he have offended?' he asked and looking smugly at Hector, thought, let me see how you solve this mystery of your father's death. You might eventually find out the truth but by then, you will be on the verge of following him to the great beyond. Ha, ha, ha,ha. Then catching himself, he pushed his smug thoughts aside and fixed a sorrowful look on his face. He didn't want anyone guessing he was responsib