Ghostface X Michael Myers Novels & Stories

"To laugh at me?" Xavier scoffed, rolling his eyes. "There's nothing funny here. All I see is a sad little man." Michael’s face reddened with fury. Xavier took a step forward, dropping a thick file onto Michael's cluttered desk. "I'm just here to let you know that all of your assets have been foreclosed," he said coldly, his smirk deepening. Michael's eyes widened as he stared at the file in disbelief. Michael stared at Xavier with disbelief, his voice dripping with bitterness. "Spare me that fake sympathy. I can see it, that smug smile on your face. You're happy about this, aren't you?" Michael’s cold tone barely hid the fury simmering underneath.

I took a step back, my spine hitting the cold wall. The man standing in front of me, the one calling himself Michael Lane. had a scar at the corner of his eye. He looked exactly like the one in the case file photo. “You didn’t die.” I tightened my grip on the recorder in my pocket. He smiled, baring unnaturally white teeth. “Give me the recording, and I might let you join the experiment.” “Like you did with your daughter?” I let out a cold laugh. “Drive her insane, then push her off a building?”

Complementing it were his high nose bridge. This ghost looked every bit like a businessman. His attire fuelled that suspicion. Maybe he was one before his death. His poker face expression was an A plus. Maybe it was the fact that he was a ghost or it was just his deadly pale lips or his ashen body that made his whole face which lacked expression, deadly.

She almost wanted him to say the words magically delicious. "Fuck you, leprechaun." Marco presented his middle finger. "I'm Felix." The blond held out his hand toward Fiona. "Hi." "So, what kind of trouble are you in?" Felix turned toward Marco. "I'm sorry-who are you?" Fiona glanced between the two new men. "I work with them," Marco replied. "Ghost is here." "Ghost? Who the fuck is Ghost?" Ian shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and scowled. Unlike the other two, he wasn't wearing a jacket. His arms flexed and the thick, dark tattoos seemed to dance down his arms.

It was a small wonder that the workers in the haunted house didn't hear us, but it was my experience that those places piped-in sound effects so loudly that you couldn't hear anything that was going on beyond their walls. Finally, Michael struck, digging his claws through Kevlar and cotton and then flesh. The man's stomach unzipped, spilling its contents onto the dirt driveway, where they steamed in the relatively cold air. The man died with a look of confusion on his face, unable to fathom, even in his final moments, losing a fight. “Leave now.” Michael shouted to the van, letting his fangs glint in the moonlight. “and we'll only take out one of yours.”

He turned his gaze towards me and asked, "What happened? As far as I know, he's your ex-boyfriend." I froze in place, not daring to say a word, afraid that if I said something wrong, Mike would find out the truth that Mable Bell's death had something to do with me as well. "Say it." The next thing I knew, he leaped towards me and grabbed me by the neck. "What are you doing? Let go of her!" Gray shouted, ready to defend me, but little did he know that Mike was a werewolf, and he had underestimated its strength.

There was no going back to the way things were between us and that was tearing me apart. My phone rang just in time, breaking the heavy stillness. I glanced at the screen and Angelo's name flashed across it. I quickly picked up, holding my breath. “Hello?” My voice barely made it past the lump in my throat. “It's Xander. He's awake.” My head hurts like hell. Xander's POV. And I'm probably already in hell because I had no other explanation for why Michael Paige was the first person I saw the moment I opened my eyes.

Jasmine Pov: I just removed myself from xander or should I say mike and glared at him,How can he behave like friend to me when he is my mike?,How can he come to the graves with me when I am not feeling well and want to talk with my family?when he is my family,How can he behave like that even after seeing me crying for them??

I scream. Once that woman left I called my best hacker, tracker, and best friend Leo, also known as ghost around the family. He came in sensing my bad mood he got us both two glasses of scotch. Leo is only twenty-two but he's old for his age, life made him mature early. He joined the family a few years after me and even with the age gap between us, we became friends. He waited till I'm calm before asking me what's wrong.

Before anything more happens, it appears that Creed uses the first blow to observe his opponent's sneer, and I can also make out the young man laughing. I briefly realized after that he is something, Creed is something, and his rival had measured his abilities. He is a ghost, am I correct? Then again, it appears that his opponent is also a phantom. Xander is once again surrounded by these monsters as I try to glance at the others, but when I notice him utilizing his powers excessively, his appearance changes. When I looked at Auster after that, I could see that he was indeed shouting while he was killing the others. But when I turn to face Xander, I see that he is grinning, albeit with a sad