Filming inside the studio wrapped up quickly.
Now came the real heart of the movie—everything that took place on the warship.
But when the entire crew was relocated to the San Diego Naval Base, Henry couldn’t believe his eyes.
He had a pretty good idea what to expect. After all, Under Siege—the movie they were making—was a cult classic action flick in his past life. A must-watch for single dudes with nothing better to do on a Saturday night.
Henry h...
For someone like Alex, the Mogadorians weren’t a threat.
They were a checklist—something to be dealt with, eventually, when time permitted.
Once he had their locations, wiping them out would be no more difficult than flicking insects off a table.
No… his real objective lay elsewhere.
His real priority—was the Sacred Stone.
The half he held was already elevating his abilities at an exponential rate.
But with both halves?
His mind, body, ...
With Emma’s confirmation and his own recollection of Smith and Number Six’s identities, Alex finally had a full picture.
Lorien survivors.
On the run for decades.
Desperate, outnumbered, but still fighting.
They weren’t threats—they were potential allies.
And Alex always kept his promises.
He would honor the cooperation he had offered, and in return, get what he needed most: intel.
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After gathering the last of Emma...
After wrapping up the final pieces of discussion with Marcus and the other elders, Alex didn’t linger in the gloom of the castle.
Though the clan now bore his name… though every vampire within its walls bowed at his feet… Alex remained, in essence, human.
And being surrounded by blood-drinkers in a fortress that reeked of death?
It didn’t sit right with him.
So once the business was finished, he stood, nodded once, and made his way toward the exit.
N...
“Elder Marcus!”
“Elder Victor! Elder Amelia!”
The names echoed through the vast ceremonial hall, now transformed from a battlefield into a banquet of reverence and celebration.
The inauguration was officially complete. The tension had broken—at least for now—and the event transitioned into a grand feast. A show of diplomacy and hospitality, meant to ease tensions among the clans and reward those who had come from great distances.
But the air had...
When it came to the chef's question, Henry—ever the outsider—naturally had no answer.
But embracing the philosophy of "Since I’m here, I might as well make myself comfortable," he replied,
“Why worry? As long as people leave with full stomachs, you’ve done your job.
And besides, haven’t you already found the winning formula?”
The two of them glanced together at the freshly restocked donut stand, the salad bar, and the high-end coffee machine.
The d...
“Chef! One steak, please—I’m so hungry I could eat a whole cow!”
Henry strolled into the on-set dining area—a fully equipped cafeteria staffed by a private chef team hired by the production.
The head chef was a big Black guy—and big was putting it lightly. His waistline probably equaled his height. Just one look and you might not know if he could cook, but you could be sure the man knew how to eat.
He waddled out of the break room adjusting his chef’...
Hiss—
Hiss—
Hiss—
The sound of sharply drawn breaths echoed throughout the silent hall, slicing through the heavy air like needles.
One by one, every immortal in the room froze—paralyzed by a force far more terrifying than power alone: pure fear.
Eyes widened.
Limbs trembled.
Some gripped the arms of their chairs just to remain upright.
Others couldn't. Their legs had already given out beneath them.
Because standing at the very ce...
Gulp.
Gulp.
The quiet sound of throats swallowing echoed through the vast hall.
It repeated again and again—awkward, forced, loud in the silence. The room, once filled with the proud gazes of immortal elites, now looked like a battlefield after the first cannon had fired.
Dozens—no, hundreds—of jaws hung slack. Some had dropped their goblets. A few nearly popped their eyes out of their sockets.
No one spoke.
No one could.
They simply ...
Rebekah might not have dared to attack Alex…
But that didn’t mean Alex would let her walk away.
He’d already killed Niklaus and Elijah—two of the three Originals. Leaving the last one alive?
That wasn’t just sloppy.
That was an invitation for future vengeance.
Even if Rebekah wasn’t a threat right now—she wasn’t as unhinged as Niklaus, nor as composed and dangerous as Elijah—she was still a Mikaelson.
And in Alex’s eyes, she wa...
Crack. Crack. Crack.
It was a grotesque symphony of splintering bone and twisting sinew.
Right before their eyes, Niklaus’ broken neck began to realign. Vertebrae snapped back into place. Muscles stitched themselves together like rewinding time.
A moment later, his eyes snapped open, glowing with rage.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?”
His voice was low, shaking with fury. A snarl twisted his features into something feral—someth...
After wrapping up his B-movie gig, Henry transitioned smoothly into the Under Siege production team—no fanfare, no fuss.
On day one, the first thing he noticed at the assembly point was that uniformed military personnel were handing out non-disclosure agreements to everyone—cast, crew, extras alike.
Naturally, the stars, supporting cast, director, and producers weren’t present. People of higher rank had their own procedures and privileges.
Still, for a big-b...
"Good news, Henry—I've got good news!"
Marianne’s voice chirped excitedly over the phone.
Henry had just started dinner. The braised pork was still simmering, and the rice cooker had barely begun doing its job when the call came out of the blue.
He glanced at the clock on the wall and raised a brow.
“I thought you guys shut down after hours. Don’t agents go home and rest like normal people?”
“Union agents are still agents, honey,” Marianne said...
Ever since Henry got the green light to modify the kitchen, he’d quietly taken that as blanket permission to upgrade everything else in the house too.
Structural stuff? Untouched. But anything he could tweak, replace, or improve—he did it himself. No contractors, no permits. Just tools, materials, and a Kryptonian brain backed by steel-forged hands.
Gary, the landlord, didn’t seem to care. He often dropped off food in Tupperware, and as long as the house didn’t b...
“Henry Brown!”
The assistant, running herself ragged, called out several names in rapid succession. Henry followed the group into the studio building.
A vacant set—currently between productions—had been converted into a makeshift casting space. A row of folding tables stood in place of a proper casting room. Off to the side hung a line of neatly pressed Navy and Army uniforms.
No one was asked to change, though. The audition was more for presence than perf...
Marianne didn’t open the salad right away, of course. That wouldn’t be polite—or classy. Instead, she pulled a file from behind the desk and slid it across to Henry.
> “You got my voicemail, right?”
> “Yeah,” Henry nodded. “The shoot today wrapped around noon, so I hit the gym. Heard your message once I got back.”
That was a lie, but a convenient one. If he said he’d been reading in a library all afternoon, it’d just sou...
Thud.
The wordless ripple through the crowd echoed louder than any outburst.
Marcus froze for just a breath. Then, slowly, a smirk curled at the corner of his mouth—cold, sharp, proud.
This was the Supreme he remembered.
Not a meek figure seeking approval or compromise.
But the arrogant, domineering force of nature who didn’t care for politics or permission.
The Supreme who stood at the top because he chose to—and dared anyone to challen...
“Niklaus? Why is he here?”
“This is going to be troublesome.”
At the Mikaelson family’s table, the atmosphere tightened.
Elijah and Rebekah exchanged glances, their usual composure faltering ever so slightly. Elijah’s brows furrowed, lips thinning with frustration, while Rebekah’s fingers twitched against her glass, a clear sign of agitation for those who knew her well.
They had gone to great lengths to keep Niklaus away from this gathering—...
Alex couldn’t have cared less about being ignored.
In fact, the lack of attention suited him just fine.
No forced small talk. No sycophantic flattery. No one trying to use him for their political games.
Peace and quiet.
For him, it was a blessing.
But for Marcus, Victor, and Amelia, it was anything but.
They stood together near the center of the hall, maintaining dignified expressions, but inwardly, tension coiled tight in their chests like ...
The leading vampire entered with the calm poise of a king attending his own coronation. He wore an exquisitely tailored robe of black velvet, embroidered with silver thread that shimmered subtly under the chandelier light. His long dark hair was swept back, cascading over his shoulders in gentle waves, each strand perfectly in place. His hands, pale and slender, were lightly clasped in front of him, and his silent footsteps glided across the marble floor as if gravity itself had no ho...
"This is the Supreme One chosen by Marcus and the others? A… mortal?"
At the head of the grand hall, a lively and beautiful girl who looked no older than a high school student raised her perfectly arched brow, her voice laced with surprise. Her inquisitive gaze swept over Alex, then shifted toward the composed man seated beside her.
The opulent hall around them shimmered with chandeliers dripping in crystal, their soft light casting golden reflections upon the polished...
"We will return with you!"
Before Smith could elaborate further, he stepped forward decisively, cutting off any hesitation and declaring his allegiance to Alex.
"Smith!"
Number Six's eyes widened in alarm. She grabbed his arm, her voice laced with urgency.
"Number Six, we have no other choice."
Smith turned to her, his expression resolute yet weary. His deep sigh carried the weight of their dire circumstances.
Number Six clenched her jaw but f...
Being publicly roasted by Tony Stark and some random passerby had Justin Hammer fuming. He jabbed a finger toward the stranger and snapped,
> “What the hell do you know? Just throwing out some random number and pretending it’s right?”
Henry fired right back, calm as ever.
> “The first number was clearly calculated using an old IBM mainframe. That kind of floating-point error? Classic legacy bug.
The second figure didn’t even account for ...
Tony Stark’s public humiliation was quickly tossed to the back of his mind—he was never one to dwell on failure.
After writing two checks—one as a donation to the university library, the other as hush money for the poor guy who had to reformat the infected machine—he turned and left without a second thought.
Cracking the Joker Virus would have to wait until he got home. He didn’t like the feel of the clunky school keyboard, and the mystery behind “CK” intri...
After leaving the campus dining hall, Tony Stark headed straight for the public computer terminals in the university library.
Sure, the Stark estate in Malibu had a computer setup that was vastly superior—top-tier machines and custom-built rigs. But it was a bit of a drive, and the on-campus machines were closer.
In this era, personal computers were still luxury items. Most students—already burdened with student loans—couldn't afford one. So the school invested in ...
“Hey, you guys heard of that... weird BBS?”
“Which university set it up?”
“None. Not any known school, and definitely not some research lab big shot either.”
“Then what’s so special about it?”
“They say once you log in, you’ve got ten minutes to prove yourself. When time’s up, your computer gets hacked, and a virus takes down your entire system. I even heard a professor got hit.”
“So? Sounds like just another digital honey...
Truth be told, the explosion wasn’t nearly as powerful as it looked.
That wasn’t surprising. If they’d actually packed the car with a dangerous amount of explosives—enough to send steel panels flying like shrapnel—it wouldn’t be a stunt, it’d be a full-on car bomb.
So, the “explosion” was mostly for show. A few charges to shake things up, but the real spectacle came from the controlled fire effects rigged to the vehicle.
As for the shot where fla...
Even with his face buried in the leather seat of the convertible, Henry could hear the director shouting in frustration.
He pulled himself up from his sprawled position and hopped out of the car, expecting a critique.
Sure enough, the director marched over, flailing his arms. “No! Not like that! You didn’t leap—you just dived! I need a full flip in the air, like you barely made it, like the explosion blew you into the other car!”
Henry blinked.
Seri...
On paper, Henry’s situation wasn’t that complicated.
In Hollywood, most rules existed more for appearances than for enforcement. Where there’s a regulation, there’s a workaround. And people like Channing—grizzled veterans of the stunt business—knew every loophole.
“I’ll sign a temporary agent contract with Henry,” Channing said quickly, “and then I’ll handle the production-side paperwork. We’ll get him insured and on the books. Everything will be ...
Beneath all the glitz and glamour of Hollywood, the machine that actually powered the entertainment industry was built on a brutal mix of money, hierarchy, and survival-of-the-fittest politics. You could be a black belt, an amateur boxing champ, and still get reamed out like a rookie intern—just ask the stunt coordinator currently getting yelled at like a dog in front of half the crew.
Henry watched from the sidelines as the poor guy—Channing, his name was—took a verbal b...