Anime Michael Myers Novels & Stories

Michael whispered back. Ann looked over at a sleeping Ami. “Ami is sleeping. She is not doing too well. I don’t think she ever saw such horror in her life and she killed a few people. I don’t think she is coping too well. She keeps on saying, ‘he is a monster.’ I think she is referring to Eero. She saw him kill,” Ann explained. Michael walked over to Ami, and rubbed a stranded hair from her face, not able to help himself to care and respect any woman, especially one with royal blood. “She is strong. She will pull through.”

So, my personal AI hovered in the corner of my apartment as a solemn, ripped Renaissance sculpture, looking eternally poised to slay a dragon, not take out the trash. The reality, of course, was somewhat less divine. He looked great, but that’s where it ended. And that were the world would end. The end of the world began, for me, with a muscle-bound, naked archangel refusing to tell me where to buy cocaine. His name was Michael. He was my AI, and I had just broken his mind. I didn’t know it then, but by breaking him, I had saved myself. Five days later, the rest of humanity would not be so lucky.

My mother was bleeding… I remembered the broken shelves and the words she just told me recently. Before I knew it, I started fighting Cassandra in the air. “Enough!” Damon yelled and struck her on the arm. Cassandra dropped to the floor, coughing. Damon rushed to Scarlett first and looked straight at her wound. “It’s not silver. She will heal.” Then he turned to me. He tapped my shoulders gently, bringing me back from that edge. “Annie, breathe. I’ve got you.” The anger left my body for a while. I hurried to my mother to hold her and make sure she was safe and doing well. Then, she smiled slightly at me. “I’m fine, my girl. Go and finish this.

He poured himself a glass of whiskey and downed it in a go. "That bad?" She asked him, referring to his day. "I had to get information from a dude." He poured himself another glass and drank it. "Ooh! Have they caught Alberto?" She smiled at him and went to the kitchen. She knew how much he hated torturing people. Marcos was one of the few people she knew who had a conscience. He would act all tough, but she knew he preferred to just kill his targets quickly. "Not yet, the guy is sneaky."

Everything is beeping and screeching, and drool is coming out of my mouth. I'm exhausted from getting shot twice, but my healing process is taking care of it already. I'm. A. Monster. While turning into a prisoner sucks, part of me doesn't want Amelia to find out just how much of a freak I am. If she sees me surviving getting shot, then who knows what might happen.

When their eyes met, she whispered, “please, stop.” Dillon didn’t show any expression, but suddenly, he issued his command, wearing his authoritative voice, and said, “Stop.” Emily was about to talk when Dillon spoke once again. “Cut off his hand.” Emily’s eyes widened upon hearing it and gasped when she heard Amanda’s scream blend with Cole’s. She closed her eyes when she saw blood-drenched on the floor and Cole’s hand being taken off his body. Then suddenly, Amanda started to blame Emily, making Dillon pull her closer to him.

Luca said calmly but Hunter wasn't ready to trust her. Not after how she involved Angela in all this. He was fuming. He wanted to hurt her but at the same time, he couldn't get the image of her bruises out of his head. And the more he looked at Angela the more pain he felt. Angela was just a kid and she had gone through such a brutal trauma. He wanted to kill those f*ckers. If he could bring them back to life just so he could kill them again and again that would be so much helpful.

Aunt Doris was still very young in this picture, the only reason he knew she was the one was that her face didn’t change a lot and he also had a quick mind of analysing. Maybe he wasn’t analyzing it very well, what if it was Luna Michelle instead? She looks almost like her sister and this might have been her face when she was young, what if the organization was right and Luna Michelle killed his mom out of jealousy?

“So, Simon is the only one who knows how your father dies? He is the personality that wants to forget that part?” Mia looked into space. “We think both personalities know how he died. One is trying to forget it; one is trying to kill whoever it was that did it.” “Michael?” Zoe asked and Mia nodded her head. “Michael. He is the violent one. He sees everyone as a threat and can be very dangerous. He is the one who wants to kill whoever had a hand in my father’s death.” Wow. “Anytime he comes out and stays for more than ten minutes, he disappears and we do not see him again until Avery takes over. Michael is the personality you should avoid.” Mia said.

"We…. You are Bruce. it was you… All this time. What did you do to the original Liam Blackwood?" "You're standing beneath him." If she could move, her legs would have jumped right off the ground but Aimee could only manage to flinch back into her wheelchair. He killed the original. Some how as the shock slowly replaced itself with fear, Aimee realized she'd known all this while but refused to acknowledge it. she knew this Liam Blackwood wasn't who he said he was but she'd been too broken too acknowledge it. The signs had been there. Staring her right in the eyes. "What are you going to do to me?" She finally asked, swallowing the lump in her throat.