Dc Comics Michael Novels & Stories

He was a ghost, a master of dark arts, and a monster built in the shadows. Michael was brilliant, powerful, and resourceful, but Michael was something else entirely. “If we keep running, he’ll keep following. We can't run forever. We must take a stance, now. So we stop running,” Michael said in a commanding voice as his hand slid down her arm. His words were final.

But as I watched Tony's brooding profile, I realized I still didn't know the full story. "Would you tell me now what Michael did to you that you're looking for him this way?" I asked, breaking the silence. There was a brief pause. Tony's jaw tightened, and for a moment I thought he wasn't going to answer. Then he turned away from the window and fixed me with those dark eyes that seemed to see everything. "Michael was more than just muscle in my organization," he said slowly. "He was my tech genius. Handled all our digital security, communications, data analysis. I trusted him with information that could destroy me if it fell into the wrong hands."

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.

Michael called me and said, "I got the magical alarm, who did you kill, Drax?" I replied, "Rogues," and he said, "Is the blood lust over or do you need me to come down there and suck your cock?" I cursed him, "Fuck off, you fucking fairy, my cock is too good for you." Michael laughed and said, "I am still stationed in Europe for a few more years, so be good." I told him I was good after he had sung to me to calm me down. My instinct is always to go to Michael for anything, even with my blood lust, I killed so many rogues, I was a raging bloodaholic, and I trust him with my life still after all these years. He hug me for fifteen minutes when I came back, and I must say I had missed the fuckin

"I don't care what you think. Show me the footage." Damian hesitated. Then he pulled out his phone. Pulled up a video file. Handed it to me. I watched. There was Jace. Small and alone walking down a dark street. His backpack on his shoulders. His dinosaur probably in his arms. He looked exhausted. Scared. My baby. Then Michael appeared from an alley. I'd forgotten how big he was. How tall. In my memory he'd been gentle and soft but on the screen he looked massive next to Jace.

“Whatever it is, I think it is time we find out. I don’t want to be a sitting duck for Vex.” Duncan mind linked Mike to meet them outside the swamp off Sampson’s road in thirty minutes. Mike was the strongest warrior they had. Built like a tank, Mike showed no mercy against their enemies. He was also adept at torture. His viciousness a contradiction difficult to get your mind around while watching his gentle and loving interactions with his two daughters. It was reminiscent of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Whenever they needed information from someone, his talent was unmatched. Duncan’s POV

He said pulling my hair even harder. "I started following him, his every single moment. It was so tough, after all he had increased security around his people after the accident. But I... Hahahahahahahahaha.... I am Miachel, Michael Woods. I do what I say. After all, destroying him is the only motto of my life." He spitted a mouthful of saliva on ground.

“You don’t know Killian. “ “And you think you do.” “I know his mind. It will torture him forever. He will forever blame himself for what happened.” “Move.” One of the police officers urged Richard. “Good bye, Michael.” Richard smiled at him and let himself be led away. “Great job over here.” The man said and Mike finally looked at him. The man had tall, broad shoulders and determined features. He was human but looked quite intimidating, even compared to a wolf. He was most likely the director of the MI6.

The sight made her heart stop. She recognized him. "Michael" she breathed. "You were with Michael's team". His eyes fluttered open, filled with pain and gulit. "Jessica... you weren't supposed to... survive". Romeo's voice hardened. "Start talking. Now". Michael coughed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "Michael... he's not who you think he is. He's been working both sides. He, he made a deal". Jessica's chest tightened. "A deal? With who?"

The cops meet Michael as he was taken away from Damien men. "What's the reason for my arrest ….I didnt do anything wrong" Michael struggle out but the cops hold him down. "Sir you are under arrest for the murder of Mrs Luna Stan and underground drug business in Mexico. anything you say will be use against you at the court of law" the cop said for Michael to smirk.. "Damien willington, you will pay for this BASTARD." Michael glare at Damien who gave him a sly smile.. "If I were you, I will be thinking how to spend the rest of my life in jail" Edward said chuckling.