Michael Kick Novels & Stories

He slammed his heavy palms down against the armrests of his throne, pushing his massive body up as he stood to his full, towering height. "You always go way too far, Elijah!" Michael roared out, his voice shaking the heavy chandeliers hanging high above our heads. "You always do far too much in my territory! You brutally murdered one of my loyal guards in cold blood last night, didn't you?" Before anyone in the room could even draw a breath, Michael moved with terrifying, lightning-fast speed. He closed the distance between them in a split second, raising his heavy boot and landing a brutal, bone-crushing kick straight against Elijah's legs!

Michael only glanced at the annoying face, then with a chin gesture, he told Jim to come out of the room. "You kicked me out?" asked Jim incredulously. "If you really can't take the meaning of my sign, then yes, I kicked you out, Jim. I'll see you again after I get out of this damn place." “You jerk. No wonder if you're like that, you inherited your uncle's bastard gene."

No wonder, Michael is playing king among us despite Jonathan being the future Alpha. Michael launched for an attack, but Khaleed didn't bother to shift nor to take a defensive stance, he just raised his huge and strong fist and punched Michael straight on his wolf's cheek. I heard a loud crack from Michael and took a peek. Michael flew away and crashed on a tree.

Michael goes berserk. With a scream of rage, he assaults the nearer man. His opponent has no chance, flailing to protect himself from a rain of blows, any one of which is enough to disable most men. And as Michael hooks a foot around his leg, pulling him down and twisting, he shrieks and falls… His leg broken?

Jack stood and moved to be in front of Michael. “Nothing,” he shifted uncomfortably. “Spit it out!” Jack gave him a push to the shoulder. “It's not like there's anyone available here, and humans are drawn to us,” he muttered under his breath. “Michael!” Jack and Alissa exclaimed together. “Who?” Alissa cried. “How?” Jack panicked. “When?” The questions came to Michael thick and fast. “OK, enough.” He held his hands up. “There's no-one in particular I just… when I'm on missions I kinda… go to what they call nightclubs and, the ladies love me.” A smirk crossed his mouth before it dropped with the look his siblings were giving him.

Jake. I was left confused when Lilly ran away from me after us kissing. Damn, it had been the best kiss I’d had in a while and wished it had lasted longer. Sadly, I was interrupted because of my nemesis, Michael Strong. Michael was a forty year old man who ran a brewery and hated me because his fiancé had left him at the altar because of me. He made it his life’s mission to ruin my life.

Michael completed his words by lifting his chin to point at Xavier. The two fathers looked into each other's eyes. Their actions revealed how stunned they were by Michael's straightforwardness, but still, Mr. Nicholas asked in a calm voice, "Why?" Michael took a deep breath and calmly replied, "Because I'm straight. Also, I'd like to choose whoever I want to marry myself, and that person can't be him. Excuse me." Completing his words, Michael picked up his wallet and left the private room immediately, without sparing anyone a glance.

He was laughing, and Kaden started to answer, but they were interrupted by Micheal banging in the back door. Micheal, Liam’s brother, had recently turned twenty-one. He had followed Liam to move since their parents had died during an attack on their pack some years ago. He was already a formidable contender for dominance and ready to find a mate. He had enough of his father in him to make him tough, strong, and a force to be reckoned with.

Considering all of this, how could Michael just kill him? "You’re apologizing now?" Michael scoffed. "Fine, I’ll give you a chance." He let go of my hand and moved closer to Robert. I wanted to follow, but Michael stopped me with a glance. "Stay right there, or I’ll kill him right in front of you," Michael warned, his voice as cold as the rain-soaked night. I stood frozen in place, watching in fear as Michael kicked Robert hard in the stomach. Robert cried out and curled up on the ground, clutching his side in pain.

You're fucking dead, man. Michael looked away from Killian and walked towards the exit. He didn't turn around but everyone steered out of his way until he went out of the casino and the restaurant. Once he was outside, Michael leaned against the trunk of his car, took out the last cigarette from his box and lit it. It was his first cigarette in days, but it didn't matter anyway. **** "You're absolutely, fucking dead, man!" Jesse shouted as he went out of the casino, clearly trying not to break into a run.