Triple Threat Henry Stickmin Novels & Stories

Suzanne growled, picking Stacey up in the air once again while standing far away from Stacey. "Calm down, hybrid girl! Be afraid for your life. You are standing in my clan. You are misbehaving with my daughter and her mate while standing in front of me. Do you have any idea of what I can do for you?" Henry said in a calm tone but the dangerous threat was clear in his tone which Suzanne read clearly. She put Stacey down once again. "Do I look like I care? I am not afraid of you. I am not afraid of death. So, you better not try that on me." Stacey said in a hard tone while glaring deep into his eyes to show him the truth of her words.

Hayley had witnessed that once. Her tiny base had a monster of a man named Thomas Kimmons, the only double-Gifted in the region with fire and metal-element abilities. Before the world fell apart, Thomas fought illegal matches in an underground boxing ring. He was covered in tattoos, had a temper like a lit fuse, and was quick to throw hands at absolutely anyone. What Hayley remembered most was how he loved slapping people senseless. The moment something ticked him off, he would just swing first and deal with the rest later.

“What the hell? How is it still bleeding? What did you do—work on a construction site moving bricks?” Henry, noticing the problem, turned to look at the cabinet standing against the wall as if he'd just seen a ghost. “You assembled this by hand?” He was met with a sharp glare that screamed shut up. Straightening up, Henry muttered under his breath, “This is a living hell.” After treating Calvin’s wound, the latter tossed him a screw and smirked. “Four bodies, five grains. Here’s your chance to exercise.” “I… shit, what a ‘big chance,’ huh?”

Henry tried to explain, but I cut him short. “Trying to do what?” I scoffed, crossing my arms. “To be the guy who pushes others around? That’s not what I want you to become.” “Mom,” I turned to her, trying to keep my voice steady, “you don’t understand how serious this is.” “Oh, but I do!” she replied, crossing her arms. “So these kids, do you know them?” She asked Henry, who was already halfway to the door. “Yes, Grandma! I know them,” he called back. “They are the triplets that got me in trouble the other day.”

He had begun to doubt his chances of victory and was clinging to the chair's arm for support. "Can't you even take down a little girl?! With your skills like this, how would you explain yourself to your master?!" He screamed furiously. Henry sensed something was off as he watched Justin extend a hand headed straight for him. "Justin, Justin..." Henry stood up in a panic and stepped back. He knocked over the chair, tripped, and stumbled back. Henry did not fall as Justin grabbed his arm and pulled violently, with the other hand moving to grip Henry’s throat. "Tell them to stop!"

He fell, got a kick in the temple for good measure, and lost consciousness for the time being, while I was left to deal with the remaining two. They were easier to handle. I pushed one of them back and reached the other with my dagger, slashing his throat, and when the first one decided to run away—the dishonorable lout—I threw my saber in his back. It wasn’t really a throwing weapon, but what can you do? Henry, for instance, was absolutely sure that anything could, and should, be thrown, up to stools in taverns. It was almost mocking to say, I won’t kill you, but I will injure you, and then I’ll come back and finish you off.

, Colt says, and I shake my head, cleaning my mouth on the sleeve of my sweater. "Gum?", I ask, and chase grabs some from his pocket and passes it to me. I put it in my mouth, and I can feel Silver coming back. She is wiggling her tail, and she is smiling. I can see the way she is looking at the twins. Eww. "Who did this to you?" Chase asks again s we get into the car.

I asked. "Believe me nobody will notice?" "But..." "No buts, come on lets go we are already behind schedule" he said and climbed up the truck. "Any funny thing with him consider your family lost" Henry said to me. "That threat gets old and loses its meaning the more you use it" I said and walked away. I might appear strong and replied back at him but that threat will never be old or lose its meaning. I climbed in and he is already smiling at me,

I said, ignoring her exaggerated laments. "For a house, yes, but for a small Beach vacation house.....I don't think so; this is not normal." She whispered dramatically beside me. I rolled my eyes. The White, massive beach house looked as though it was taken from a cinematic fantasy book. It looked simple and still magnificent. We waited for a minute outside after the guards got our names to ring us in. The second Damien stepped out to greet us, the triplets ran toward him, and he scooped them both into his arms like they weighed nothing.

"Henry, you can't play me. Threatening me with my life to save her just proves I'm second best to you. Even if I let her go, you won't stay with me. If I can't have you, nobody will. "Keep going, I want her to join me in hell." With those words, Wendy's laughter turned sick and twisted. I felt like I was thrown into a freezer, shivering with a fear that was not from the chill. Henry shoved Wendy aside and bolted to my rescue. That's when two of the thugs stepped up, throwing punches and kicks at Henry. Outnumbered, Henry started strong but was quickly overpowered and knocked down. He coughed up blood, sprawled on the ground, reaching out to me, he bellowed, "Leave her alone! Come at me if yo