Anime Michael Myers Novels & Stories

The first thing Mya saw when she walked into the conference room was Hunter. The vampire was pacing the length of the room, her hands buried deep in her pockets and her head down. Mya reached out and took Taylor’s hand. She knew what Hunter was going through. The only difference was that they would bring Gem back, if she had to burn Amber City to the ground, she’d find Gem! Taylor squeezed her hand and smiled reassuringly at Mya. Then let go of her hand and walked to where Amber stood talking with Michelle. Mya walked to Hunter.

It’s something like Maddie or Sandy right? “Amy? I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Yeah. Not even close. Amy stops when she sees me standing right beside her friend. Just then a tall, well-muscled men ascended behind her. He looks like he’s in his late twenties. He must be her bodyguard or something because I’ve been in Werewolf Academy for years to know well enough he doesn’t belong there. “I missed something, didn’t I?” She half-whispers to her friend who steals a glance at me before shaking her head.

Mike - a handsome and tall blond with incredibly green eyes - was in no way inferior to Jack, his leader, in height, as well as in size. Yes, Mike is very handsome! A high forehead, beautiful, slightly almond-shaped eyes, a nose with a small hump, involuntarily eye-catching lips, clearly defined cheekbones, a strong neck, shoulders in this ashen-colored T-shirt, torso ... Oh-oh-oh, yes! This is the type of man who just wants to admire. Okay, dog! And why did Amy think it was Mike who woke her up? It's unclear, but... The girl woke up not in the car, as she expected, but...

He sputters, and I don’t waste time in sinking my teeth into his jugular, and I rip it apart. His claws painfully dig into the bones of my lower limbs but it slowly falls away as the light is snuffed out of his eyes. He transforms into a young male, skinny and pale with an oozing wound on his neck. He’s dead. I should feel bad because he’s only young. But I don’t. I try to form words to my pack through the mind link but I can’t. My body hurts, and tiredness seeps into my pores. I see a clearing in the distance and a pack house. I know I shouldn’t go. I know it’s likely a rogue pack, but it seems too lovely for one.

No one had come yet that morning. Just as well, because I didn’t think I could keep any more bread down, or even the water. My stomach churned, and my head was swimming. All my limbs felt loose and weak. I didn’t deserve this. Yes, I’d helped a trio of psychopaths try to kill the Armitages. I’d plotted with Jonathan Hawthorne, possibly the most terrifyingly emotionless bastard I’d ever met, so that he could enslave his own son. (Hawthorne would’ve deserved this.) I’d turned another one of my co-conspirators into a mindless half-undead monster and driven him into battle, where he’d injured I didn’t know how many of the Armitages’ pack and allies.

Cain tenses every time his father says anything to him or me, then they glare at each other like they're having some sort of staring contest or silent argument. Halfway through dinner, Cain's father excuses himself and comes back with a couple who exude authority but seem very friendly with it. After greeting Cain warmly and introducing themselves to the rest of us as Zac and Cally, Cain's aunt and uncle, their eyes land on me. "So you're the one they're after and you killed a rog… wolf with a chair leg. Genius." Cally laughs loudly, sitting down opposite me and bringing much needed life into the room. Her blue eyes twinkle with intelligence and even though it feels like she's assessing me,

The door was kicked open, and it was Amy who entered the warehouse. She froze at once; she was shocked at the sight in front of her. Chris was standing in the center, wounded men around him, crawling and asking him to spare them. He held a gun in his hand. Amy stepped back for a second cause she couldn't accept that situation. She got a flashback. A small girl, just like him, standing in the center of a warehouse. She had blonde hair and green eyes and held a gun in her hand. But the only difference was that she was standing on dead bodies.

"And I won't watch you become him to stop him." Griffin met her gaze steadily. "I'm not him, Mom." "No," Maria agreed. "You're better. Which is why you're going to let us handle this." On the screen, Michael Coleman's broken figure disappeared into the shadows of his former home, leaving them to contemplate the terrible mathematics of their situation: How do you kill a man who has already died? How do you stop someone who has weaponized his own mortality? And most terrifying of all: What did you become in the process of trying?

Bluey said, shaking his head. “Come on, guys. Back to work. We only have a few hours left,” Theodore said, and they resumed what they were doing. Back in the hall… Amy entered the busy hallway where mobsters moved around constantly. She held a dirty bucket of water while limping forward when she suddenly bumped into a man, spilling the water all over him. “Hey, you stupid bitch!” he yelled, drawing the attention of everyone nearby. “Are you blind?” he snapped, veins bulging from his neck.

No one knew how it happened, but somewhere, somehow, one out of every one million kid got lucky. I had started my search then, seeking answers, answers the police would not -- could not give me. My search had led me here, and I had revenged Damian and Valerie time and time again each time I put a silver hole in a Vampire, or clawed one to death with my silver coated claws. After doing three laps round the school, I was finally out of breath enough to want to go back to my room to sleep, then I remembered who I had locked up in it. I took a deep breath and tried again to calm my anger. The truth was that Amelia could not help what she was. She was a vampire, and nothing else. It was I who had