Anime Michael Myers Novels & Stories

I start pacing anxiously hoping the plan works out and I don’t end up dying. A few minutes after Julia leaves, I hear the keys and the door nob moving. I quickly grab the antidote and chug it then I hide the little container back inside my shirt. Austin wakes inside with a sinister smile that makes the hairs in the back of my neck stand. “Hello Beautiful.” He says and smirks. “What do you want Austin?” I growl. “Oh, you know just following the boss orders.” He says smugly. “What did that psycho bitch ask you to do now?” I snap.

"I don't want to be here right now. Why would my grandfather send you to find me then to just leave me? That doesn't make any sense. You know what this conversation is done" I grab both ends of my curtains pulling them towards the center when his eyes change to red, my hands completely paralyzed. "Let me go!" I snap and Micah just continues to stare, more or less irritated by my actions, but looking every bit terrifying under the moonlight. "Who is Aiden Michaelis to you, Yuuki?" " Dead" I respond, dying to get this undead creature of a wanna be family away from me. "Aiden is dead because I will kill him"

"Don't worry. As long as I bring up the past every now and then, that fool will be completely wrapped around my finger. How could he possibly remember Giselle's sacrifices?" Maryanne suddenly snatched my phone from my hand and smashed it to the ground. The room fell into dead silence. "Ambrose, I don't know how she did it, but I never said anything like that. You have to believe me! I know what's going on—this is AI face-swapping! That bitch swapped my face onto someone else to turn you against me!" She clung to Ambrose's sleeve desperately, terror written all over her face. Ambrose's face was ashen as he pried her hands off him.

“She doesn’t know. Neither does Damon. But the girl exists. They have tried finding her for years before they passed away. Kael and Evelyn believed her to be dead a long time ago. They never bothered looking. And now… she will return.” “Why now?” Lysandra asked cautiously. “Because,” I said, walking back to my chair and sitting down slowly, “when a stranger tries to break you, you fight. You scream. You claw your way to freedom.” I held up the photo. “But when blood turns on you, when your own sister is the one with the dagger… you hesitate. You don’t scream. You break from the inside.” I said calmly. “And there is nothing better to break a woman than her own sister. Her blood. If she had ma