Ghostface X Michael Myers Novels & Stories

As soon as he said this, the nurse who was outside, opened the door and they all stepped inside. Xander, who heard the noise, slowly turned his head and despite his pale look, he managed to give his friend a tiny nod as a form of greeting. Michael let out a half laugh and said with a teasing smile because of how pale Xander’s face. “Jeez man, you look like a ghost”. Hearing this, Xander frowned and soon after, his lips curved slightly as he retorted back. “And you look like someone who has been deprived of sleep.”

Just that—no face, no real clues, just movement and shadows. “Let me zoom in,” Michael mutters, leaning closer. I fold my arms, unimpressed. He looks up, eyes locked on mine. “This figure… it looks exactly like Camille.” I blink once. Then I laugh—short and humorless. “It’s someone in a jacket, Michael. Could be anyone. That’s not Camille.” “But the height—” “You’re grasping,” I cut in. “She’s not a ghost. She’s not alive. Stop turning grief into conspiracy.”

“Split… blood?” “A hybrid,” he clarified. I scoffed, shaking my head. “There are no hybrids here. Everyone in this pack is a full-blooded wolf.” “Maybe not everyone.” “Michael,” I hissed, “you’re chasing ghosts.” “Ghosts might be my only option!” he said simply. He didn’t wait for me to reply before slipping back into the shadows again, disappearing just as suddenly as he’d come. I was left staring into darkness. My heart thudded, slow and unsure. A hybrid? That wasn’t possible… was it?

He yelled out a spell, while cursing the woman who was right behind him, Jenny. "You traitor! You brought me here to be killed..? You'll forever regret this you bitch! What an ass hole you are, traitor! I'll deal mercilessly with you, I promise you swine!" There was a look of a scared beast on his face. The shadow moved closer, and when the final moment struck, the shadow's mouth opened up in fury. Malison turned again to Jenny as he met her gaze. The shadow became a hungry monster, showing its fist, ready for action. Malison's vampire charged up, and released the first strike, but the shadow dogged and blocked the swing. The impact of the fist was heavy. He gripped his sword and came at Mal

Ghost pulls out a couple of pieces of paper and throws them down on the table, from brother to brother they make their way up to Austin, Max and me. I look up at Ghost with a humbled look. I was the one that brought Ghost in and was proud as hell when he was patched in less than a year later. I had found him at a bar, some college frat boy was drunk and wanting to pick a fight. Ghost is six four and three hundred pounds of muscle. Kid was out in less than a minute. Ghost has some demons, that much is evident when you see the names of the men he has killed with his bare hands tattooed on his back. "Shane?" Austin asks as I take in the two pictures.

” Michael asked looking concerned ” I can’t go alone,,,” She said . ” Maybe I should go with you?? ” ” Can you do that?? ” Lisa asked ” Let’s go,,,” ” You’re afraid of ghosts?? ” Michael suddenly asked and she flinched ” Stop talking about ghost,,it’s late ” Lisa said looking scared ” Are you kidding me ?? I was about telling you that there are many ghosts here ” Michael said ” No!!!” She shouted and Michael immediately covered her mouth with his palm ” I was just joking,,, ” He said She nodded still breathing hard

With a low groan, he slumped back into his seat. Micheal was handsome with features similar to Easton but in a more manly manner. He was five years older, after all. He also had green eyes and stood at six feet two. He oozed a powerful aura as he turned to face the crowd. His lips curled into a smile, but the smile was nothing friendly. He actually made people even more uncomfortable. “My name is Michael Black," he began, his voice steady and commanding. "And I’m here to set the record straight. Scarlet is no fraud. Everything you’ve heard tonight or any other time is nothing but baseless lies designed to tear her down."

Michael grumbled through gritted teeth. The man stared at him for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. He even wiped away a few tears for good measure before smirking at Michael. “That was hilarious. I almost shook with fear, oh fearsome marketing manager. Too bad those scare tactics don’t work on me. No need to have me kicked out, I was already leaving,” he spoke steadily and stepped closer to him. “You will eat your words someday, mark my words,” he warned in a chilly tone before pivoting on his heels and sauntering away. Left dumbfounded and staring after the mysterious stranger, Michael was brought out of his stupor when somebody tapped his shoulder. Turning around, he saw that i

He stumbled back a step, his hands going to his side, fingers clawing at the thick wool of Michael's coat, trying to pull away from the source of the pain. Michael, still on his back amidst the shattered remains of the coffee table, let out a guttural, triumphant laugh that turned into a hacking cough. He pushed himself up on his elbows, blood streaming from his nose and a deep gash on his forehead, but his eyes were alight with vicious satisfaction. He watched Mace intently, a predator savoring the moment its prey realizes it's trapped.

It was the first time she had ever hit anyone and the first time Michael had ever been struck. He touched his stinging cheek, stunned. "You're crazy!" He threw her a look of disbelief before turning and storming out. The door slammed shut behind him, sealing him off from her. Emmie slumped against the wall, feeling utterly drained. Meanwhile, at the hospital, Elijah had just taken his medication and was lying down when Michael's imposing figure appeared in the room. Michael's presence was impossible to ignore. Sensing that familiar aura, Elijah looked up and frowned, his voice weak. "What brings you here, Mr. Xanthos?"