Helltaker Michael Novels & Stories

George really wanted to slap Michael again. Michael felt all his strength drain from his body, and his face turned pale. The King of Hades? He was the ruler of the underground! He stood at the top of the world! Michael could not believe that the person the Wyatt family kicked out was the leader of Hell Hall and the master of the Carson family. Michael trembled so badly at that point that his mouth quivered. He was no longer arrogant. ‘Oh no… Oh no…’ he thought as he trembled.

“He’s the President of a Utah MC club – of the – the Highway something…” That stopped Ice, Holt and Cain dead as realization crashed over them like a sickening wave. They all stared at each other, seeing the panic and shock in each other’s faces, then Ice said: “Crusher Alcott? President of The Highway Hellions?” “Yes!” Eli said in relief. “That’s it… Crusher. Michael is with Crusher.” “I knew you’d get there in the end,” Ice said, then nodded at Holt, who knocked Eli’s chair over, throwing the man to the filthy ground.

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

She fell back on the bed with her bare feet still on the floor. “Yeah, afraid so.” “Can I get you to go back and chase the yeti or bigfoot? Maybe a flying saucer?” Ian chuckled at that, “Not since I saw a man change into an eagle.” “Oh, crap, that takedown was legendary. You’re the one that got that nasty thing off the surface of this planet?” “What?” “Howard Killian. Eagle Shifter. Wanted on various crimes including kidnapping, theft, and substance manipulation.” “What is substance manipulation?”

Tiger carefully glanced at him and whispered, “Kent is much better than our men when it comes to computers. I’ve already asked Silas to get him here to help us.” “It’s useless,” Conrad said. “He’s more skilled than Kent.” Tiger looked at his boss in shock. Conrad said, “He’s a hacker, top 5 globally.” And then, he stopped. “He might be from the Hellish Training Camp as well.” Tiger was shocked. “Could it be…? The second leader from the Hellish Training Camp?” The Hellish Training Camp had three leaders. They were all concerned about their own matters and were thought to be legends.

Arion looked hopeful as if I would agree. “Yeah, and we don’t hate you. How could we ever hate you?” Arrow looked confused. “Yeah, you are way too cute, and smart, and” Arion paused looking for the word. “Sexy,” Arrow said. His eyes darkened before turning back to the usual amber color. Was I in some sort of alternate universe? What was happening here? That’s it, I died. I died and this is my hell. The Hell twins like me, Darren betrayed me, yup. I’m dead and have gone to hell.

"Hmm?" "Come, I want you to meet my beta, my tracker, and the leader of the pack warriors," Michael said and I instantly look at Lincoln, he just nodded at me as a sign that it was okay for me to leave him in a bit. I immediately walked over to Michael where he was happily talking to three men. I think I already know one of them, the leader of the pack warriors since he's the one who captured me and throws me in the cellar. "Hey mate, I want you to meet Maddox, he's my beta. This is Carrick, the pack tracker and I believe you already met this other guy here, Henry, the leader of the pack warriors." Michael introduces me to the other men and I just smile at them.

It was the Head Elder, Harrison. His face was grim and imposing. The aura of a powerful leader instantly calmed the room. He gestured to an assistant behind him. Someone immediately stepped forward, handing him a tablet and a medical file. Harrison spoke with an air of righteous authority, completely overturning everything that had just been established. "The internal surveillance from our advanced healing room can prove that the healer responsible for this medical tragedy was, in fact, Cora." As he finished speaking, an assistant turned on the tablet.

"Hello Ms. Michael. I am Hunter knight." She wished for the end of the nightmare in which she was living but only if she knew what kind of demonizing nightmare is waiting for her. _______________________________________

the stranger said. Lifting my head slowly, I look up. Wide eyes, I whisper his name. “What are… you doing here, Michael?” I mumbled. “I came… to help…” Michael said. Michael was an old warlock. You could say ancient. He has kept his identity hidden. He was supposed to be dead, but he wasn’t. He was one of the oldest warlocks alive. “You look like crap,” I said. “Well, thanks to you,” Michael said, smirking.