Ghostface X Michael Myers Novels & Stories

But there was something about the way the man spoke calm, amused, like he was enjoying a private joke. “Who is this?” Adrian asked, his tone cold. The man laughed softly. “Oh, come on. I think you know.” And then, he said the name. “I’m Ghost.” Adrian froze. His eyes snapped back to the body on the floor. A sinking feeling crept into his chest. No. He had just killed Ghost. He saw the body fall. “You are lying,” Adrian said, voice steady. Ghost hummed. “Am I? Then why am I the one calling you?”

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.

I just sat there, watching the shadows. A few minutes later, a black sedan pulled in and parked two spots away. A man stepped out, his movements quick and efficient. He was middle-aged, wearing a nondescript windbreaker and a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes. This was Miller, the man Adrian called The Ghost. He was one of the best in the business—until he ran into me. I stepped out of my car, the sound of my shoes on the concrete echoing in the stillness. He didn't look surprised to see me. In his line of work, surprises were usually fatal.

“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

Xyle’s words scared Michael to death, the fat on his cheeks trembled like jelly. Xyle’s surname was quite similar to Michael’s—Xyler Walker and Michael Wilson—sharing the same initial ‘W’. Yet, not only did this God of War not help him, he even considered beating him up? Michael thought to himself. Right now, he was not thinking straight at all. He was thinking hard, trying to come up with ways to get himself out of being killed in three strikes.

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. ****

I whispered to him “Crissy, are you coming?” Austin yells “Yes. I will be right there. just give me a minute.” I respond to Austin. “Okay, please be honest with me.” “It looks like you've seen a ghost. what's wrong?” Michael asks “Zach told me something, and I need to know if it's true or not.” I stare into Michael's blue eyes “You realize Zack can sometimes be a little overdramatic. Anyway, he's locked up. He can't do anything to you anymore.”

We could see through her . She's a ghost ? I almost trip and tumble down the stairs but Jace steadies my waist with his hands causing sparks to fly . I grab the railing for support and walk down . The whole time , Michael is gawking at what he sees . I'm afraid he'll fall too . " What in the fuck - " Michael stares . " This is a dream right ? " I rub my eyes and blink a few times but she's still there . " You're a vampire . We are werewolves . Is the existence of ghosts really that shocking ? " Jace comments , walking over to the little girl .

Kicking her away, Mike then roared, “Go have a good look at him and tell me whether he’s still alive, then!” By chance, Xavia was kicked hard enough for her to fall right before the corpse’s pale face… Due to how close she was, she could see all the pale man’s features in horrifying detail. It was almost like she was staring at a ghoul…! However, what made everything worse was the fact that the man’s dead eyes were staring right into hers…! This… This was what a dead person looked like…! Now trembling in her utter shock, Xavia suddenly felt the world spin before her… and the next thing she knew, everything had gone dark.