Anime Michael Myers Novels & Stories

"First we need to get rid of this bastard and get to Rick and Zac." My body shimmered and shook, changing until I morphed into myself, wearing my black jeans and t-shirt, and black leather jacket and boots. Then, I quickly looked down the hallway to make sure we didn't have company. With a sinister smile, Annie threw the lighter on the pyre and watched as it went up in flames. I quickly rushed to the window and threw it open to get rid of the smoke. Purple, blue, and red flames flashed instantly, reaching high into the chimney as they eagerly engulfed Michaels' body. Within a few seconds, all that was left of him was a pile of ash. Quickly, the flames died out, except for the flames burning

type gesture, and was about to take a swig, when Michael interrupted. “Whoa! Hold on, hold on!” He jumped into the center of our little circle, his hands clamped around several little test tubes, filled with a blue liquid. He began passing them out, and once everyone in our group had one, he continued, “I figured we’d all do a shot in honor of Danni’s 18th!” Danni looked at the vial in her hand questioningly. “What is it?” “It’s a blue kamikaze.” He replied. “Trust me, it’s good.” He flipped the top off of his with his thumb, and held it out, as he glanced around at the group. “Well?”

Amy and Broderick turned and saw that he had received Bullet for Broderick, Michael had quickly ran away with his men after shooting. "Callan!" Any screamed in pain as he saw him cough out blood on the floor, seriously struggling to live. Callan looked weakly at Amy's face that was now filled with tears, with blood gushing out of his mouth, he smiled and said," I hope you forgive me now, Amy! And ... I hope you end up together...with Broderick Aless..." His eyes shut and he stopped breathing. Amy screamed heartnrokenly even more, as his lifeless to the floor and his back, gushing out blood as if a ram was slaughtered, Amy placed her two palms ln his fresh cheek and cried," wake up! Wake...pl

But when that gun bullet hit Yami, Yami didn't feel any damage from it. It maybe was because of that AI body. "You monster. How did you didn't die from that? See it, everyone. A monster like him shouldn't keep alive!" Yami shook his head, he says to all of the people there that it just a misunderstanding. He showed to all of them that his body was completely metal. But when he reveals it to them, That man says to Yami "Did you know that the guy who just dies right to you was an AI too?" Yami does not believe in it easily. But when he looked at that guy, he saw that there was no bleeding. He was so disappointed with it. He says to them that it must be a misunderstanding there. But the man who

Some of them did not even stop at the red light – they pressed the accelerator instead of the brake, as if blessed with immortality. Anubhav turned and caught a glimpse of himself on the mirror above the wash basin. His usually sharp, light blue eyes looked hazy owing to the long and tiring journey. His eyes narrowed and he absently stroked his jet black hair. As always, his hair did not need the services of a comb, it was silky and fell fashionably just by finger combing. Friends at home used to call him Tom Cruise, not without reason. There was a letter on the bed.

“Answer him, Amy. Who am I?” The manipulative bitch pinched herself and started to cry. “Let go. You’re hurting me.” Seeing that, her lover moved and his hand clamped down on my shoulder. When I did not budge, he frowned. Amy’s tears dried up. I leaned closer to her and whispered low with a cruel smirk. “Amelia, I told you I am not human.” Her eyes flashed with panic and she turned to the other man. “Larry, wait. He–” Larry stumbled backwards, clutching his throat. Amy started crying for real this time. “Please, don’t kill him. I’ll come with you. I will do what you want.”

"What you saw was not a nightmare though how I wish it to be. This is the reason why I was against it in the first place to have a Human here in the den of Non Humans. Or Vampires as you call us. Mason is human too. But he has been with us since... I don’t remember. Maybe since he was a kid himself. Serving my parents and then me. Max, Enzo. Zee and Saint are Vampires. You can see their eyes have a tinge of red. Unlike mine. Mine are deep blue. Because I am hybrid". He gently wiped the sweat on his forehead "Wha.. What is a ... Hybrid". Callum stuttered. He was more normal than before, still not fully.

Lucy POV I thought I was brave, running after my best friend, trying to save her life. I was just stupid though. My face stung from being punched by a large man, my eyes burned from crying for so long, my heart ached both from the fear inside me and the fear I had for Amy. To top it all off, my savior in this horrible mess, was Michael. The one man I feared more than anything else in this world. Michael searched the dead men that took us, the men he killed. He flipped their bodies like they were just piles of blankets, pocketing their cash and credit cards.

Amy, one of Henry's maids, stepped into his room to tidy up. She made her way to the bathroom, intending to collect the laundry. Suddenly, her eyes caught sight of Mia, lifeless on the floor. A scream pierced the air, echoing through the room and catching Jason's attention. As Henry's second-in-command, he rushed into the room, his eyes falling on Mia's beautiful body, as still as a statue. In an instant, Jason was at Mia's side, carefully scooping her up in his arms. He frantically checked for a pulse, relief washing over him as he felt the faint beating beneath his fingertips. Amy pointed him toward Mia's luxurious room, and he gently placed her on the bed.

They'd be like. “Oh...so unfortunate” “heya, poor old boy” “I feel so sorry for him” It irked me, when they'd reach out and touch me with there scrawny fragile hands; shaking there heads like some fucking wake keepers. Hate welled inside my guts when ever they sympathize with me. My eyes would flood with rage, my muscles would become tense; my fists firm by my sides; twitching as I tried to keep my cool. At that moment I was like a volcano, ready to erupt at anytime. My ability to think clearly at the moment would vanish: Why the fuck are they looking at me like that? Am I going to die real soon? For christ sake, is this amnesia incurable? Is it more worse than AIDS?