Mothman Trevor Henderson Novels & Stories

However, Trevor was prepared, and the security agent was no match for him as he enjoyed fighting with his hands more than a gun, and he was a skilled fighter. He had trained since he was eighteen after knowing he had a unique ability. Trevor sprinted towards him and headbutted him, knocking him out. He groaned, rubbing his head. "Fucking strong." And then he strengthened as he heard 'Mama'. His eyes narrowed towards the van, and he glimpsed Rachel in a pool of her blood with her son beside her, crying. Trevor's frown deepened, and he was somewhat distracted that he didn't see the leader he had knocked out regain his strength.

"No matter how sharp a blade is, it's meaningless if there's nobody to hold it. The blade of the Doyle family isn't sharp, but the person holding it is ruthless. This is what our family has failed to learn from them." "It doesn't necessarily mean that we aren't ruthless. This matter may be a turning point." "I'm afraid that after this turning point, he is no longer human, but a monster." When Trevor spoke, Jenna couldn't help but shed two more drops of tears. Then, she left to avoid them. Seeing Jenna go into the washroom, Trevor said, "Go and have a look." Only then did Hansen walk to the washroom and knock on the door He asked Jenna to open the door for him.

Hunter looked down at the pool of blood flowing from under Wendy Jackson. He knew that he had to leave her house and fast, but he couldn't move. Even though he had finally ended the life of his childhood molester, he still did not feel any better. He didn't know how long he had stood there watching her still body, the sounds of sirens were what took him out of his fixature. He ran down her stairs and out of her house, leaving it wide open. He got into his car and speeded off...

The vampire that killed Ethan blurted out but his calm expression was broken into one of fear. “You are the vampire that hunts vampires!” This realization forced him to immediately try and retreat but that was not possible because the only thing that left that position was his body, not his head. The difference in their ability was that vast as he had been decapitated before he even realized that he was without a head. “Vampire hunter? That’s vulgar. Please, call me Liam,” The man said to the head in his hand.

“Guy, just now now now that you came back from the hospital, you have cast your net into the river. Guy I swear, I'm surprised Oh. You wanna know why I'm surprised?” I peered into his eyes and nodded nervously. “It’s because I'm surprised you have become a greater fisherman, than your teacher himself” “And who is my teacher?” I asked curiously “Its no one but the great, philanderer, the great womanizer the one and only W-O-L-E, Wole......” I watched as everyone burst into laughter. “So you are a womanizer” Terry asked in between laughter. “From today I'll be calling you philanderer” another girl added

We both look out and Henderson hands me a tissue from a box in the backseat. “Thanks,” I mumble, before wiping my eyes and blowing my nose. “I killed a man when I was twelve, right after he killed my uncle in front of me,” Henderson says. I stop and look at him. “We were on the run and we knew they were close. My uncle fought hard to save me, but he was outnumbered. He killed two while hiding behind a tree shaking from head to toe in my wolf form. When I saw my uncle die, I lost my mind and my wolf tore the man to pieces. I still, to this day, have not forgotten, and I understand your position now.

She nodded and invited Sasha and me to join her for tea before gliding back out of the room. I waited for Sasha to follow her before querying Mitch on just who Justin was. To my surprise, and relief, he was a one-thousand-year-old handler. I was going to have help! This fantastic news far overshadowed the shock of Sasha’s presence and helped alleviate some of the embarrassment that I felt when I remembered Sasha’s groping caused my breast to leak milk onto my shirt. This was something that I hadn’t remembered while being scrutinized by Keona. Thank goodness the woman had the tact not to mention it. I almost skipped out of the room to give my breasts the attention they greatly needed, shower,

"Who the fuck is that man holding the lethal injection?!" Mr. Scott hid his shocked reaction. He hid his suddent trembling hands under his table. He gulped before speaking. "I-I don't know. We are still investigating," Raven walked away and brushed his hair in frustration. "F*ck!!" Mr. Scott knows who he is. It is Mike—Mr. Hunderson's only son. He can't tell to Raven with this messy situation. Raven will not do second thoughts of killing Mike once he knew. But the thing is, Mr. Hunderson told Mr. Scott that it might not be Mike. Mr. Hunderson had talk with his son, but never told him the whole truth of the truth, Mike always changes the topic.

"Henderson. Give her the papers. Now." Mr. Henderson stepped forward, the heels of his shoes practically silent on the marble. He looked nervous, a thin sheen of sweat glowing on his forehead under the harsh lights. He wasn't a mobster; he was a white-collar litigator, and the situation was rapidly devolving from a sanitized legal theft into a messy, violent hostage situation. "Miss Mercer, please," Henderson urged, his voice tight as he bent down to retrieve the thick stack of white legal documents I had dropped on the floor. He straightened up, holding them out to me. "We do not have to draw this out. If you simply review the clauses..."

Glamora paused while he tightened his grip on the Fibre Wire. "Tell Me where the Harrison Pack are and I won't have to decapitate your body into two halves!" Glamora Snapped while Henderson gulp, the pain he felt was becoming immense. "I don't know what you are talking about!" He defended, sweats dripping down his Neck. "Oh boy, I think you know and you are gonna tell me, trust me, you don't wanna taste my patience Boy!" Glamora said angrily while Henderson yelled as the Fibre Wire cut a little bit into his flesh