Anime Michael Myers Novels & Stories

Dean nodded and took his hand firmly before they walked back into the room. "So father," Sam voice took on a deadly tone as he began circling their victim, "we have some questions for you," Of everyone they tortured, Dean father held out for the longest, but eventually, like the other, he gave in. They found that there was, in fact, someone above him in the Circle, one Roman Frea. He was incredibly elusive, but they had plenty of time to track him down. With their one question answered, Sam made sure to remove his blindfold before he stared him in the eye and shot him in the head.

Michael hollered behind me as I stormed out of the hall and I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. It was just like the annoying son-of-a-bitch to make jokes over a dead body. “Tony! Tony man wait up!” Michael hedged, jogging up behind me as I fastened my pace. “Not my fault you have little legs Johnny,” I answered sarcastically, eyeing his long, sturdy legs with some envy. He was faster than me, Michael. He was the scout, the reaper before the Devil came to collect. It was how the pack saw us. The Dreaded Hunters of Gotham.

He drops the bowl in his hand, which contains cereals and runs towards me. I bend down to his level and carry him up, into my arms. He's laughing hysterically. Anthony is coming towards me, as well. Owen and Anthony might just be what I need to see Vampires differently, but I don't know if I can see Hillary and Nicholas differently than nothing but a beast. Rather, I can't help but see them as murderers who are supposed to be behind bars. Am I wrong?

I sneered, interrupting him. His laugh seized, and he took a small step toward me. I struggled against the Mini Hulks grip and tried to step back, keeping the distance between us. “Do you know who I am, little mouse?” His hand reached out, and he wiped my bloodstained lip with the pad of his thumb. I hissed with pain. “You're an asshole.” I replied brazenly as I looked him square in the eye. “No, little mouse. My name's Amar Diamandis.” He stated proudly, arching a single brow.

Finally, the intercom buzzes through Mia and Dante’s room and I scramble out of bed, rushing down the stairs. There’s a man standing there, one that I don’t recognize, with wild eyes, covered in blood. His arms and shirt are soaked with it. “Call Jimmy Sawbones,” he croaks, and Dante puts an arm on his shoulder. “Angelo? Where are you hit?” he asks. Angelo swallows. “I’m not,” he says. “It’s Camden.” That’s when I black out and hit the floor hard.

___i hear everything you said worm act like a man and assume what you did don't make me angrier than i am because otherwise things didn't end well for you, tell me now where is Amy? ___ I don't know what you're talking about... I grabbed that man furiously by the collar of his shirt and, closely followed by Aníbal, I dragged him to the edge of the pool, entering the water a little with him in shoes and everything. ___where is Amy? __I don't know Grabbing his neck, I stuck his head in the water, drowning him as he struggled like a fish out of water, I pulled him out and he coughed and spit water out...

He was the death of me. “Fuck you,” I muttered and fell to the ground. The last thing I saw was Amy screaming and Dylan's gun dropping from his hand to the floor. *** DYLAN XAVIER “Daddy call the doctor, now!” Amy screamed shaking Annie. I stared at them not moving. You'll end up killing that woman… My mother's words rang in my ears. I was a monster. I stared at my hands, I always ended up killing the people I loved, Anastasia, now Annie.

Sorry poor dogs, "unfortunately, it wouldn't work as you won't be able to live long! Don't worry you won't see your friends die. You would die first." With that he pressed the gun on my forehead, "You should thank me, I'm ending your life in an easier way by shooting you in the brain. I could shoot you anywhere else, on your arms, legs, stomach--" I raised my hand cutting him off, "Mr. Bathroom Man, can I say something?" "What?!" "You have a disgusting mind. And a even disgusting imagination!" Shut up, Angela! Do you have a death wish. I didn't know I could make him anymore angry than he already was but I did. His face was more red than the angry bird.

She wished Cassidy was with them so that she could throw a shield or something, but she had no idea where her aunt and Zane were and no time to try and find them on the IAC or otherwise. Ryker’s face scrunched up, his eyes closed, as the first wave of excruciating pain from the serum hit him. Scott began attempting to patch up the injured arm again, but that was the least of Ryker’s problems. He was convulsing in horrendous pain now, his eyes rolled back in his head. “Son of a bitch,” Jo whispered. “Why do people always have to pull this shit on me?” She couldn’t imagine anyone having the balls to do this if her dad was in charge.

"But little did I expect that I would discover that the murderer I was meant to remove from this world was my mate." A laugh wanted to escape me at his words, followed by the strong desire to kill him for even thinking of laying a hand on either Amya or Mia. "Can I explain this to you boys?" Mia asked, perking up. "Go on." I chuckled. "You aren’t going to listen to our opinions anyway." "So true." Mia purred. "Anyway, what had happened was this…Amya met Mykel because she avenged your death." "What?" I asked. What was that even supposed to mean? "What do you mean avenged?"