Ghostface X Michael Myers Novels & Stories

Even though I had been the one to reveal the truth, it still came as a shock to be right. “I can’t believe it's really you,” I whispered. My voice barely carried over the roar of the sea. The man in front of me, no, not a man, but a phantom wearing a mask made of flesh and lies, smiled faintly. “Oh, it’s me, Michael.” His tone was calm, almost tender, but it chilled every bone in my body. “You just never thought I would crawl back from hell, did you?” Fernando stood a few feet away, motionless, the wind tearing through his expensive suit.

Alexia Skylar Hale To be honest, killing was easy for me. Showing no emotions and killing them, the enemies. Here i go again, killing for my father. Its my job as li fantasma or as in english, “The ghost,” but as Alexia Skylar Hale, im known to be work along side my father, in the company, of course.

Her eyes went wide with shock: tiny skeletal remains slipped out. She froze, watching in horror as the bones instantly shattered, turning to a fine dust that vanished before her eyes. Ghouls rushed forward, sickles raised to cleave her. Suddenly, Horan surged between them. He cursed with every ounce of his being, delivering a bone-jarring kick to the face of each attacker. "I don't give a damn about bad deeds in times like these!" he spat. "Jennet, get up!" Horan nudged her leg, his voice sharp with urgency.

He has entered my personal bubble, making me a bit uncomfortable, to be honest. "Uh-huh, this resort is the best, and we thought we would come here to reconnect as a couple." Shit. That's what I'm doing with Maddox. Am I a goddamn cliché for bringing him here? Not good. "Yeah, it might be a good place for doing just that," I smile at my new friends, still bothered by the man's nearness. He looks down at me and then seems to realize something. His posture changes, and he shoves a hand at me. "I'm Michael Myers, and this is my wife," he doesn't even look at her. "Deborah Myers."

Grayson licks his lips as he says, “You look handsome, Michael. Is there a special occasion I should know about?” “You're a smart ass besides; look how good my tan looks in this shirt.” Grayson laughs. “I am still not sucking your dick, no matter how good you look.” I pout my lips, giving him puppy dog eyes, and he drops to his knees, reaching for my zipper; I shove him stepping back, laughing, “Get in the car Grayson you fucking idiot.” “There is a bright side to all of this, Michael.”

And if all this time Michael's brown hair had been covered by a wig, then that mustache must have been fake too. In a flash Avelyn stepped into Elvis's room and opened the door wide. In the middle of the room Elvis / Michael was still sleeping peacefully under the influence of medicine. But Avelyn didn't care this time, she just pulled the damn mustache off Elvis's face in one swift motion. The fake mustache just slipped off Elvis's face, who now no longer featured Elvis, but Michael Phoenix, who was asleep because of a cut on his stomach.

Those are also all the weapons needed to fight creatures with supernatural abilities but also full of weaknesses. While the hunters were busy preparing, Michael had no free time. As soon as he returned to the police headquarters, he and his teammates had to begin investigating the identity of the deceased driver because no one came to claim his body even though the news had been broadcast many times on television and electronic newspapers. At the end of the day, Michael received a report that the deceased was a street thug, had no identification papers, and that the car belonged to a doctor from the Institute of Medical Sciences.

“Yes, where do you think I’d be?” “You went inside the forest and disappeared! I tried to find you everywhere but couldn’t!” A gasp escaped my lips, and I felt the boiling of my blood before the pain in my cheeks burned. My eyes grew larger and I felt their sting, I raised my hand to Michael and saw him in black; he was a dead silhouette; a liar.

Micheal said as he stepped forward and placed his gun in his pocket. “Why? Do you know him?” Hannah asked “He's a ghost like people call him. No one has ever seen him, no one knows what he looks like except a few people in his circle. Like they say, he's a silent killer and very dangerous. He doesn't pity anyone, not even a child. The FBI has tried finding him all these years but nothing, you don't want to involve him in this else this would be the end of this family” Micheal said and Brandon sighed softly.

His face flashed dangerously. ‘Xavier Godfrey, you’d better hope I don’t find out about your involvement with this mess, or you’ll really regret it.’ … In the makeup room, Mimi massaged her sore neck with a cup of hot cocoa in her other hand as she stared at her assistant, who was busying herself.