Dc Comics Michael Novels & Stories

Michael leaned back slightly, folding his arms. “You’re very good at reading meaning into things.” “Answer the question, goddamnit!” Dominic snapped. “Who. Is. He.” Michael’s lips curved into the faintest, humorless smile. “Huh.” He only stated and paused for a while. “You’re assuming it’s a ‘he.’” Dominic’s jaw clenched. “Don’t f8cking play games with me.” “I’m not,” Michael replied evenly. He looked up at Dominic coldly as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re the one who barged into my office waving a grainy photo and demanding explanations.”

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.

I warned him with a sharp tone. “Hahaha… it seems like everyone is taking sides, though I'm curious about one thing: how come you guys are the ones speaking, leaving everyone else behind?” Doom asked. A voice came from behind as everyone turned only to see Michael, one of the Mafia bosses and a close ally of the Mafia God. He hadn't been heard from after his death and now suddenly appears. Everyone stood staring at him as he walked in slowly, holding a briefcase in his hands, and walked straight to Gary, who moved away.

She nodded and smiled. “Any last words, Hercules?” Jake asked with a smirk on his face. Hercules grinned. “Yes, your nastiness—hhe looked around and laughed—fuck you,” everyone gasped. "Hercules,” I whispered harshly. He turned and smiled at me. “Guess what? Michael is here,” he said. My eyes widened. “Where?” I spun around. Suddenly the doors were yanked open, and Michael walked in, dragging a dead beta of the Vivian Pack.

I snapped at her, "yes and so is Charlie and Alpha Braddock, tell me what happened perhaps I can help fix this mess, this can't possibly be because of my phscho father's death, so what is really happening here." Michael stopped pacing and glared at me, "don't call him that, you do not know if any of this is true, we only have their words for it," his chin tilted towards the door. I took at step towards him, my voice calm yet stern, "Michael, why would they lie? What are you thinking?" He sat on the stairs, his hands tugging at his hair, "it can't be true, it just can't, he wouldn't do all this for nothing."

"Anyways, I’m here for her. Be fast about it. My men are waiting outside for my commands, and with that, your men are doomed." "How dare you come into my home to lay a threat on me?" Hadeon roared. Michael’s expression turned mocking. "I am the high first-head Don in Mafia. Should I use a Microphone to announce that, or are you too old to hear my words?”. He chuckled dryly, Hedeon glared murderously at him, his fist clutching on his staff. Each time his reminded of how powerful Michael Dickson is, his fury, and test of power buckle. “ I don’t follow rules; it’s not in my list. So release the woman, Hadeon."

And then, a glimpse of Michael's retreating, his face obscured by his hoodie. I slipped behind Michael, my voice low and husky. "You should thank me for doing that. If not, Stanley might have sent his goons after you." Michael's gaze didn't waver from the screen, but his voice was laced with amusement. "Do I need to remind you that I work for someone higher than Stanley? So, I'll definitely not be in the bad books of the press." I rolled my eyes, but a shiver ran down my spine. Michael's connections were a mystery to me, but I knew better than to underestimate him.

He rushed over, literally salivating at his friend’s return. “There you are. Finally, finally.” Michael was gaunt. His lips were cracked from lack of liquids. He must’ve dropped at least twenty pounds since they last met. That was nearly physically impossible. Something else must be working on him. There was a blip in Michael’s eye. An abnormal yellow light. Whenever Jon blinked it remained in his vision. Opaque and inhuman. “You didn’t think I could do things without you, did you?” “I saw something in the paper about the dead dogs. That was you, huh?”

To turn this into an actual war. Where does it end? When everyone who’s ever crossed me is in prison or ruined? When Dante and I are standing alone on a pile of ashes, calling it victory? The door opens, and I expect Katya. Instead, it’s Dante. He looks... wrong. His jaw is tight, his eyes are cold, and there’s a violence barely contained beneath his calm exterior. “Michael’s been arrested,” he says. “He’ll be arraigned tomorrow. Viktor estimates five to ten years, depending on how the charges shake out.”

, Michael said just as he picked up his expensive white sleeve shirt and rushed out of the room, banging the door behind him. I felt relaxed not knowing what Spiffy had planned. Michael was my mate and the leader of one of the strongest Pack in Moon Hills, the Blue Fangs Pack and I was his Luna. Not quite long, my maid Steph walked into my room panting as she said “Alpha Michael said you should come down to the living room”. The scent of Spiffy's perfume filled the living room and as I was about to Sit beside my mate Michael he halted me with his hand as he said “Do not sit, hear what he has to say”.