Invisible Brad Henry Danger Novels & Stories

“Y-yeah. I do. But listen, man, this isn’t the usual kind of deal. I didn’t want to get involved, but they—” “Stop wasting my time.” I leaned forward, lowering my voice. The tone of command came naturally, a deep, controlled menace that had him shrinking back. “Who is behind the threats against me? Who’s targeting my daughter?” Henry’s hand trembled as he reached for his drink, but he didn’t dare take a sip. Instead, he leaned closer, as if afraid someone might overhear. “It’s… it’s not who you think,” he whispered. “There’s a new group in town. At least, I thought they were new. But then I started hearing rumors, old names resurfacing. They call themselves ‘The Nightshade Syndicate.’”

Henry is a type of guy who gave no fuck to the world, even if it means having his own flesh and blood died before his eyes. "I swear to fucking God, I'll kill you if you're trying to set us up," Xavier hissed as he watched Henry sat comfortably in the swivel chair. They look similar to each other. The three of them, actually. Consider that they have the same mother and their fathers were brothers, they sure look so much like each other. Except that Henry did not inherit Ivanov's typical hair colour. While most Ivanov members have brown as their hair colour, Henry has a blonde.

Henry's arrogant attitude was something that made everyone feel terrified, except for Henry, no one dared to say such arrogant words. His sharp eyes swept across everyone present, his extreme danger made everyone feel a chill down their spine. They shut their mouths and did not dare to say anything. Their eyes looked towards Myra, in their minds they already realized something extremely important. They better not mess with Myra. Andy's head was getting more and more dizzy, a lot of blood was flowing from his head, his bright eyes gradually became dim, but he still tried to stand up to resist Henry, his voice became smaller, he said.

After mulling it over in his mind, he said in his commanding tone, "Be careful. Keep your eyes and ears open. Maybe you are being followed by the people of Senator. You have to be more careful. Stop looking for Neil Green as off now." Henry August frowned deeply and stared at him, completely stunned. A shiver ran down his spine, and his hands started shaking. The fear could be seen on his face. He knew how powerful and dangerous senator Michael Harrison was, but he never feared him before. But he was terrified and anxious at the same time after hearing Daniel Brooke’s words. He nodded and said, "I'll remember." He handed over the pen drive to Daniel Brooke. "Then I'll take my leave." "Hmm."

This had me thinking for a moment. Sure, I wanted him to mark me. In fact, the urge was stronger than ever now that we were talking about it. But was I truly ready? If he marked me on my neck/shoulder where I wanted him to mark me, in the spot that was visible to others, that could be a dead giveaway while I'm still Hunting. I couldn’t risk that, not yet. But if I had him mark me somewhere where it wasn't visible, then I could still be marked and still Hunt. But then later, when I want it to show, I don’t think it could be moved. This was difficult.

he inquired angrily, his dark brown eyes shifting to a vibrant ice blue. “Price of the job.” I shrugged as he towered over me his broad muscled frame reminded me of a bear, he intimidated me, but I refused to show it, he was bald with raven tattoos covered his neck and head, and small fangs which lengthened when he was in a Berserker rage poked out of his mouth slightly. He wore his usual attire black leather pants, and a bear fur was draped over his shoulders its head rested on top of his bad one, he had a tattoo of a bear had that covered this one of his pecks and a series of lines and symbols travelled from the bears head to his shoulder and down his arm. “I told you to be careful.” He wh

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Ellen's voice interrupted again. "Okay," said Lucy. He glanced at Stev and the man nodded lazily. Ellen shuts down all Xixi Company security cctv right away. "Hey, stop! Who are you ?!" shouted the guard who saw Stev walking calmly, the man's hand on a Colt M1911A1. The guards' eyes widened when they saw the type of firearm in Stev's hand. Even though fear haunted the guards, they couldn't abandon what they were here for.

She followed closely behind him and the two disappeared into the forest. "Did you notice?" Weaver asked and Alex nodded. "Her brother is blind. That's probably why she thought it best to talk it out." Alex said and Weaver nodded. "Don't tell the others about the male being blind. It'll provoke some of the others to try and run him off." Alex said and Weaver nodded in understanding. "I'll take a group to start setting up markers upon our new territory." Wever said and Alex nodded wondering how someone who couldn't see had survived this long. He had help from his sister but he didn't seem to rely on her. . . .