Anime Michael Myers Novels & Stories

Amanda smiled before reaching for a cup of water and bringing it to my lips. ~~~ Amanda Williams POV South Mountain Pack Outside the Interrogation Cell “Alpha Anthony, I was able to get into his mind. He is fighting me, but not as hard as I would have expected. I would like to continue in private and when I get the answers you need, I will call you.” I said. I am a vampire whose parents were lifelong friends with Alpha Anthony Rossi. When he called and said he had a visitor hunting his pack I was more than happy to come and help him.

Then Amy pulled out the last parasite and he crumbled down unconscious, only a heartbeat before I passed out too, and fell to the floor right by him. It faded slowly to black for about two or three seconds. Only black and silence. At the theater, everybody seemed to be holding their breath in shock. Until my own voice came to mess up that masterpiece of TV drama. “Would you guys go through all that pain to save the demon that tried to kill you?”

Alpha Damien stormed towards the person he hated most in the world—Ariel. He wanted to torture her, torture her so much that, she would feel pain that, even he, had never felt before. He wanted to punish and torture her to the extent that, she would beg him to kill her. Likewise, he wanted her to feel a pulsing type of pain never experienced before, so much that his heart ached, and he felt a blinding anger taking over him, consuming his whole body.

I can sense him there. I walk over to him, I pull the old blankets off of him and find a frail young man, caked with human waste and looking as though he has never had a bath in all his life. My heart is crying for him. My wolf is howling in my head, Ava is calling for blood, she is demanding to know who dared to hurt our Amore. Annie calms Micheal and Ansel. Then she slowly walks up to us as I carry this frail being out of the walled in space he was hidden in.

From the moment he spoke, it was clear he didn't have any great love for witches. It's a good job you weren't around when I first came to help Silverdale, Barach thought even as she gritted her teeth and stepped forward to bow her head respectfully. "Yes, I am Barach Michaels. I can only assume that you are Lester Silverdale, the werewolf alpha."

I almost lost every ounce of my self-control when I saw Peter lying bleeding on the floor with Angelina hovering over him. It was him. It was Peter. A man I explicitly trusted. He was family. Our mothers had been best friends when we were kids, so I had known him since childhood. His father was killed the night my mansion was attacked, and he lost his mother to grief shortly after. Since then, he had helped the mafia family in every way possible. Sometimes he acted as our personal doctor, and other times, when we needed to torture someone for information without accidentally killing them, Peter would expertly slice them open to spill the truth. I trusted him with my life, but watching him ly

I said with a straight face, then her eyes slowly widened as if remembering something. "You murdered six officers of the law, kidnapped me and raped me, who are you?" She whispered then started pacing to and from the length of the bed while I looked on in amusement. "I'm Micheal. Well, you can call me Mike but everyone here calls me Almighty Mike so if we're in the presence of the boys you'll have to add the Almighty or they'll think you're being disrespectful and I wouldn't want my angel to go through any—"

"Hello Lizzy." "Lau!" Elizabeth Michaels' cheerful high pitched voice came on the line. "Don't tell me you're still awake at this hour or did I wake you up?" Lizzy, as she was called for short, was her best friend. Her only friend in fact. They met in their first year at the university and just like Laura, she was also from a rich family. Her father owned hotels and her mother was a lawyer, while her elder brother assisted their father in controlling the family business. She was studying the same course with Laura in school and was the only one that stood up for Laura against her step family and bullies, the girl could use her mouth to put someone in their place and on many occasions, she ha

An ancient and faded section of text referred to the birth of something ‘monstrous’ which had killed its twin. This was what had tainted my bloodline long ago and I wanted no part of resurrecting this kind of being, some sort of super Lycan with extraordinary powers at a guess and reading between the lines. I thanked Jarvis before setting off with renewed determination. Rhett was to the fore and I had rarely experienced him in this mood. Misha was hurt, possibly dying. I suspected disinformation yet I was keeping an open mind. Whatever happened, I couldn’t go to pieces. For Amy’s sake.

"Since you're so ignorant, I'm going be explaining things to you." "My name is Michael Arthur. I rule this place, and if you want to survive or get out of here, you've got to do whatever I say." "You're joking," Amanda gasped. "If I was a clown, I'd be Pennywise. So, will you still refuse my help?" Micheal asked, his voice low and dangerous.