Halloween Novels Michael Myers Novels & Stories

It seemed that Sasha, talking to the disinformation agents, managed to cover up that zombies, mummies and crows, flying with scarecrows, began to haunt their killers around the city. More than half of murder cases would be solved there, if their killers didn't commit suicide first... - You are using the other dead to divert attention that the real target is Oswald, right? – Sasha questioned the women as they returned to the city, in their limousines. - This is better than a diplomatic incident and a new witch hunt or persecution against the two communities of vampires and werewolves. - The old vampire said. Even at that hour, the old werewolf ran from the cemetery, being chased by the crows,

She was not dead. When I saw her crimson eyes, I smelled a familiar scent on her. The scent of blood. My blood. “Elena, thank you. For exchanging your blood with mine. Your blood turned me into a vampire.” Sylvia leaned against Kael’s chest, smiling sweetly. I recalled all the years after our marriage. Every time I lay down in my coffin to sleep, my body always felt unbearably heavy. The cold disgust in Kael’s eyes confirmed my suspicion.

Even as a Vampire, he could feel Swift howling and growling inside him. It wasn’t any animal. It was human. He could guess it. His senses were getting clouded. He was getting high on the whiff. Sniffing once. Twice. He opened his eyes. His face was screaming intoxication and pleasure. He took the bottle to his lips. Reading everyone’s expression. His crimson red eyes were sparkling golden in between. His friends were all tense. He could faintly hear Alpha Michael since Zol couldn’t hear it. They were all standing sucking in their breaths.

I looked around and saw I was in a cave or something with sunlight coming through the top and my eyes hurt before they adjusted to the darkness we were in, I walked behind Aidan and Drax as we walked closer to an opening, and my stomach growled, I was hungry. The memories had flooded back, I was angry, Roman killed us and ruined our lives, and I had no way of knowing how long we were in the cave. As we approached the opening and saw the sunlight, I felt hunger like nothing before and I also knew we weren't alone, we were ready for war until Aidan asked them to show themselves. Elijah and Cayden were in front of us and I sensed Michael was behind us with other Vampires and Fae, but we didn't

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. ****

They were weak and needed food. "Hello, everyone. I'm Gavin Kyle. The first vampire on the soil of Wisconsin after about twelve centuries ago," I started my first speech after they had eaten. Although some of them looked reluctant, interested, and afraid, their spirit personalities are what compelled them to stay. A force they could not control.

Yardley Novellas: A Season in Hell by Kenneth W. Cain Quiet Places: A Novella of Cosmic Folk Horror by Jasper Bark The Final Reconciliation by Todd Keisling Run to Ground by Jasper Bark Devourer of Souls by Kevin Lucia Apocalyptic Montessa and Nuclear Lulu: A Tale of Atomic Love by Mercedes M. Yardley Wind Chill by Patrick Rutigliano Little Dead Red by Mercedes M. Yardley Sleeper(s) by Paul Kane Stuck On You by Jasper Bark Anthologies:

Something about it felt oddly familiar. Harlan looked at me with terror in his eyes and began to back away, but the body I no longer had any control of continued to advance on him, taking slow and deliberate steps. It felt like I was Michael Myers stalking toward one of his victims in a Friday the 13th movie. It didn't matter how hard he tried to get away, he couldn't. I was like some kind of inescapable force. Well, isn’t that a pity," the words slipped out of my mouth, low and dangerous and in a voice that wasn't mine. "But this is where we are now..."

She walked to the whiteboard, picked up a marker, and wrote in large capital letters, the word IMMORTALITY. "I understand that next week you will be moving away from Shakespeare and jumping into Gothic horror literature ... just in time for Halloween." General interest spiked. Halloween was a favorite holiday for most students. Me? My life was already a nightmare. Who needed costumes when real monsters were already roaming our town? "By any chance, has anyone read The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde?" asked Mrs. Jackson. Students looked around at each other, but no one raised their hand. "How about Bram Stoker's Dracula?"

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y