Helltaker Michael Novels & Stories

Sienna was married off to a butcher, and I heard the man had just beaten his last wife to death. I'd told them before. I was the one who lifted her out of the mountains, and I could just as easily send her back to hell.

What they took out from it was a big, heavy case. Michael realized with dread very well what this was. He’s seen similar cases get traded all the time between the Mexican cartels. Only this one looked bigger and better done. Which meant more deadly. The men placed the box in front of Killian and they opened it for him. Michael took a protective step closer to Killian. He was much faster than anyone here, and he could kill them all in a few practiced moves. Michael had done it. When he was still learning to control his wolf, he’d had encounters like those and he’d very often made mistakes.

“Who the hell—” Then, from the shadows, a familiar voice echoed coldly. “Always the hero, huh, Kael?” Everyone froze. Michael stepped out of the darkness, gun still smoking, a cruel smirk twisting his face. Kael’s jaw clenched. “You.” Michael shrugged casually. “Did you really think you could just take her and walk away? You ruined everything for me, killed my men and now ?? So I decided to take something from you.” Natalie aimed her rifle. “Drop it, Michael! Now!”