Ghostface X Michael Myers Novels & Stories

Their growls continued, vibrating through the floor. I stood directly in front of Myles. The overhead bulb flickered, humming like a dying insect. It cast his shadow long and crooked behind him. He looked up at me, eyes wide, chest heaving. He knew exactly who I was beneath the mask. Nice. I'm filling him with the fun he never had. The information I got from my chief security was that he was never there in the fight. There's Mic, and there's Myles. Two souls, one face.

“You should probably come back some other time.” “Mikey, who is it?” I hear Evan yell from inside the home. Michael sighs heavily. “It’s Harper,” he calls back. Evan shouts back, “Well, let her in.” Michael hesitantly steps aside to allow me inside and I find Evan propped up on the couch. His face is severely swollen, but his nose is no longer crooked. There’s some dried blood around it, but he doesn’t seem to be in any pain.

Harrison is secretly a vampire, and since you completely destroyed his Gatsby prompt this morning, we need an expert opinion. ​I managed a dry, small smile, preparing to slide into the seat. ​"She's not sitting here." ​The voice was low, gravelly, and cut through the table's chatter like a sheet of ice. ​I stopped dead in my tracks. ​Mike Weller didn't even look up from his phone. He sat at the head of the table, looking impossibly broad and imposing in his varsity jacket, his golden blonde hair catching the harsh cafeteria lights. The purple bruise on his sharp jawline was a dark reminder of the warehouse fight, making him look even more dangerous and unapproachable. He lazily scrolled thro

" I muttered, giving a smile to lighten the mood. He gave a crooked smile without taking his eyes off the screen. '' There's nothing like a classic. Jason is unbeatable.'' '' Jason is from Friday the 13th.'' I retorted, laughing. ''Michael Myers is from Halloween.'' He looked at me sideways and laughed. '' See? You know it too.'' I rolled my eyes, trying to concentrate on the scene, but, as usual, the movie soon caught me off guard. The music went up in pitch, and before I knew it, I was startled into jumping up and down on the sofa. I let out an involuntary yelp, and at the same moment, I felt Timmy's arms pulling me up. '' I knew it would get you by the end of the night. '' he said, laugh

I say, sitting next to my brother, and Wyatt nods, shrugging his shoulder. “I hope the guy didn’t stay alive to tell the tale,” Wyatt says, and I shake my head. “He is alive, barely,” I say, shrugging it off. Ghost was extremely proud and happy because of the bets. Everything was against me, and he bet on me, so he won so much money he couldn’t even count it properly. “Can we talk about the reason we are all here on a Sunday evening?” I let out, and Wyatt nods. “I’ve got intel for you,” Wyatt says, passing me a folder. I frown as I see a picture of a man I have never seen before in my life. “Recognise the guy?” he asks, and I shake my head.

Myles's POV I watched Serena’s eyes search my face for answers, and she didn’t even wait for me to sit down before she spoke again. “What is it, Myles? Tell me.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “Knox brought word,” I said slowly. “Murphy… the Ghost of the Dead Revenants. He wants a meeting.” Serena’s hands froze over the napkin she had been folding. “You know this is probably a trap, right?”

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead beneath his mask. "Is everything alright?" the mayor asked, concern creasing his brow. "Just business," Xavier replied with a forced smile. "Please, enjoy the party. The night is young." As his guards escorted him through the crowd, Xavier's mind raced. If Victor was alive, then the mysterious "Ghost" who had been systematically destroying his operations, and turning his allies against him... it all made sense now. How had he not seen it sooner? Xavier pulled out his phone, dialing his second-in-command. After several rings, the call connected—loud music and feminine giggles audible in the background.

“That’s why I’m prepared. As much as Silas is our golden ticket to capturing the shadow enemy, he still can’t be trusted. For all we know, he might’ve sold the information about my arrival to the said enemy.” “He’s a crooked motherfucker.” Bones curses but nods in admiration at Michael. That’s the moment I make my presence known, the coin shoes I’m putting on jingling at every purposeful step I take. Both men cease their conversation and turn their focus my way. Bones loses track of his breath while Michael’s jaw hangs open, the cigar burning in between his fingers. His fiery gaze is licking up my skin. I can barely keep track of my steps. Suddenly, I become hyper aware of my appearance. My

“Framed me too. Used your phone. The one you used to talk privately with Don Carianno. Lured him out, they killed him, and...” “I’ll get him for it,” Ghost swore, a manic grin spreading across his face. “I’ll get him for what he did to Don, for what he’s done to you and Ciara. I swear it! I’ll tear him apart, limb from limb, with my bare hands...” Scar turned to him, a question in his eyes. Ghost tapped his shoulder. “Scar, there’s something I need to tell you...” Scar glanced at Ryder. “Is it about your werewolf friend?”

It took me a moment to understand what Emily was saying, and the second I realized what it meant, Ghost grabbed control, extended his claws, and ripped Michael's throat out. If only we knew that this action was the beginning of uncovering more decay in the pack. ****