Batman Versus Michael Myers Novels & Stories

Michael responded to me and I just nodded as I watched him wearing the white boxer briefs and then he walked over to me and sat on the bed, wiping his hair with the towel. When I heard from Lincoln that Michael had left to capture one of the Raven brothers, I couldn’t help but feel anxious for my mate. I can't help but remember the day I ran away from Benjie, he was with the Raven brothers that night and the Ravens are known for being notorious werewolf hunters and murderers. I was so worried about Michael that I can't get back to sleep again. "Are you tired, Michael?" I asked him causing him to momentarily stop wiping his hair and he turned to look at me.

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 howled in anger as he tucked his hand against his chest. "You fucking bitch," he snapped and attempted to shut the door but I rushed through before he could. I swiped at him once again leaving long gashes across his back as he ran toward the stairwell. I followed after him up the metal stairs. I exited after him through the crudely constructed opening and saw chaos erupting around me that caused me to pause. Bats were swooping down around me tearing at the faces of Hunter's wolves. Michael's Lycan was fighting Titan. I ran towards the huge hybrid warrior and jumped onto his back in order to help and sank my claws into his thick neck muscles. Michael saw me and looked worried. "Watch it, L

"But why did you help me?" Dr. James asked. Michael pushed Nicolas body out of he's way then face Dr. James with frown face and said to him that... "I did not help you! I only helped myself and my friends so, lead me to the Monster's chamber I need to have a word with him." Dr. James laughed and told Micheal not to try it because, Monster is a vampire and he might killed Michael if he found out that zombies resist Micheal's blood, that will be the worst part because he want the world to continue like this.

"Dang it." I look at Shaylee, and she looks at me, shaking her head. "Alright, 'Her Dark Knight' it is. Now we need to figure out what the play will be about," Shaylee says. And once again, Andrew surprises us. "It should be about a wolf who tries to resist his feelings for a human he's imprinted on, but the more time he spends with her, the stronger the pull becomes."

I heard something swing and if I did not react within that split second, my brain would’ve been displaced. I turned around to find uncle Michael holding a bat in his hand. “You should’ve been dead.” He yelled as he swung the bat again. I jumped backwards over the lady that had passed out on the floor. In my peripheral vision I noticed Derrick grab something to use as a weapon. A cord. I kicked Michael with a whole lot of force on his stomach and he bent forwards yelping in pain. He was a large man. One would think he could take me on without a hustle, but no one in this room knew I was drawing all of this energy from my werewolf. I kneed his face when he was still bent over and Derrick did n

The sky was dark save for the moon that hung low in the sky it casts a strange glow over the kingdom. Inside the palace, the tension was real. It was the kind of tension that shook even the strongest of men. It was the usual Fortnight ceremony where the wizard takes a look into the future of the kingdom. The king and his subjects watched as he performed his rituals, making strange sounds and incantations. The wizard's screams echoed through the huge hall, a sound that would haunt the memories of those who heard it for years to come. "Doom! Doom is coming!" he cried, his voice trembling with fear. "A werewolf will bring ruin to us all!"

Michael was frustrated by how his sure victory had turned into a complete defeat, and he shouted, "Bane, are you afraid of that worthless pretty boy too?" Bane scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous! I've dominated Gabo Creek's martial arts world for decades—I fear no one, especially not in a small town like Jayrodale. Let's wait until we get back to town before making our next move." Michael desperately wanted to confront Andrew immediately, but he lacked the necessary strength himself. Hence, he had to rely on people like Bane and Jerry, who were too wise to take unnecessary risks without absolute certainty. … Back in Jayrodale, Lauren had dragged Andrew to Oakridge Club.

And that meant Lena had exactly twenty-four hours to decide if she was going to become a killer… or if she was going to burn this entire thing to the ground. Cain had given her the illusion of control, the promise of power, the idea that she was making a choice. But this? This wasn’t a choice. This was a test. And she wasn’t going to play their game. Not like this. Not with Jessica’s life on the line. Michael's Hunt Michael Carter wasn’t a strategist. He wasn’t a hacker, a spy, or a master manipulator. He was a soldier. And when the enemy took something from him, he didn’t negotiate.

- John Carl the zombie is attacking now! using a grabbing motion it is planning to take me down "no!"- John Carl using my reflexes I smash sideways the zombie *rrroooaarrr!!!* the zombie smash sideways but the hoard hears the commotion and now their moving closer to me in fast motion gripping to my accumulated courage, I shout! "batman I trust you!!!!!"- John Carl I run towards the zombies, in the moment of collision I block the zombie's neck using my long stick, I manage to block the 4 zombies that are approaching me