New Henrai Novels & Stories

My gaze dips and I immediately notice the holstered gun hanging at his side. "New security. Who the hell are you?" His attitude sucks and I instantly don't like the idiot. "I'm Roberto Mennetti and I live here, so open the fucking gate." "Sorry, not gonna happen." For a moment, I think I hear him wrong. Who is this clown? And who hired new security? "I said open the damn gate. Now." I lower my voice and add a slight menacing "don't fuck with me" to my tone. But this guy doesn't seem to get it because he shakes his head then lifts his phone. Maybe he feels secure because there's a gate separating us, but not for long, if I have any say about it.

It irritates Joseph to use such ancient technologies but he knows that if he's going to stand any chance against Tekna, he has to. The comms devices- a second one is with the team on the mission- are directly linked by electric cables, which means that they don't require frequency tuning to work like the other modern day ones; and although it takes quite a lot of genius and manpower to get them to work, they're the only thing that Tekna’s powerful mind won’t see coming. “They just breached landing bay 3,” the team leader reports in again.

His friends immediately hooted at him for getting rejected. Sighing, I turned away to look at the swimmers. To my avail, they had their eyes fixed on me, even Zachariah. His Adam apple bobbing up and down as he starred at me with those beautiful hooded eyes that had got me captivated. He hastily turned around, showing his chiseled back to me. “Let the tournament of 2022 begin.” The boy---Hades, yelled in the mic, the huge crowd erupted in cheers. The thumping of the music getting louder and louder by each passing minute.

19 | M I C H E L L E ; A G I R L F U L L O F H O R M O N E *** Reinhard took a new gun for Michelle, FN 57 to be precise. The FN Five-seven pistol is a type of semi-automatic pistol produced by the Belgian arms company, FN Five-seven. The name of this gun is based on the use of 5.7 mm caliber bullets used by this weapon, while the large letters F and N are written at the initials of the company that manufactures this weapon, namely FN.

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

they greeted and the room replied "As most of you know we have been, well, we haven't been doing as well as we were two years ago. So after some careful decision making Mr Brown and I have decided to merge with Persons L.T.D, some of you will be transferred to his staff," Mr Caine said pausing giving us time to take it in, the room erupted in chatter. Most of them complaining while I was just happy I wouldn't be losing my job. Mr Caine motioned for silence and the room soon became quiet once more.

There was no manufacturer's mark, just a laser-engraved serial number. It was an elite ghost gun. Far superior to her old Beretta. “Wow...” Helena's “dangerous girl” side took over. “Can I take it apart and look at the mechanism?” She looked at him with eyes shining with expectation, like a child who had just won the most expensive toy in the store. When he met that radiant gaze, Henrique's anger dissipated, replaced by affectionate resignation. He couldn't stay mad at her for long. He nodded his head in permission.

[RC Group] The young man got out of his black car. He walked into the company he manages. All the staff saluted the young man as he walked past them. This morning, Redric was still in a mess. He forced himself to go to the office because he felt bad at home. Yesterday's incident really frustrated him. About Shireen's sudden presence, and about Shin's self-righteousness. Apparently he had been living with strangers all this time. even Redric and Shin didn't know each other before. Redric really felt confused about that.

Dante’s hand rested on my thigh under the table, possessive as always, while I leaned back, sipping espresso, my silk robe loose but deliberate, letting Henri know I was untouchable yet in charge. “Bien, mes amis,” Henri started, his accent smooth as cognac. “I came personally to solidify our alliance. France and Italy, stronger together, non? My offer is trade, like with your Russian friend Voronin. I bring something special.” He slid a sleek case across the table, snapping it open to reveal a pistol, matte black, silencer attached, sleek as a predator. Dante raised a brow, picking it up, testing its weight. “Nice toy, Henri. Specs?”

Theria giggled and trotted off to say high to the crew. As they entered the training area a man wearing a stag skull helmet greeted him. He smelled like pine and the forest, and he looked like a huntsman from the middle ages. Slung across his back a Dragonuv sniper rifle and modern compound bow complete with arrows. “So the whelp finally arrives. The name is Herne the Hunter.” “Warren Vandal, a descendant of Troy,” He held out his hand and hoped the sniper would take it. A smile appeared through the thick beard, “The queen didn't tell us who you were. She just said you would be joining the team,” His voice remained friendly and even. “How is the eidolon?”