Michael Morningstar Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

The loudspeaker crackled sharply overhead. [Good morning, guests.] Winona jolted awake instantly. [Last night, one participant violated hotel rules.] A brief pause followed. Then the voice smiled. She cannot see the face, but she can feel their expression. [One guest is now dead.]

I stepped over the threshold, Cassandra right at my heels, her defensive wards shimmering into place around us. The dining hall was a wreck. Heavy wooden tables were overturned, benches splintered. The air was thick with dust and the stinging residue of discharged power. Dozens of Blood Moon pack members were pressed against the far walls, their postures radiating abject terror. They weren't looking at me. Their eyes were fixed on the center of the room. Michael stood there. He looked deranged. His usually immaculate uniform was disheveled, his hair wild, and a trickle of dark blood leaked from his left nostril—the backlash from my mother’s severed connection. He was vibrating with a rage so

He stopped right in front of me and stared at me again. "Why did you wake up so early? The government canceled the school schedule today. "Damon said, then walked over to my drawing table. "If you don't know, it was announced on TV a while ago, so maybe..." he turned to me. "You can go to sleep again." "I would like to ask you something..." "Yes, and what is it?" "From what I saw on TV last night about the attack..." After a few seconds of silence, Damon came back to me. "They're vampires."

“No. I remember hearing a noise and woke up.” “Where are your parents? You were alone.” “It was date night. I was supposed to be with someone.” “Who?” “I don’t know. They never came.” The doctor looked at the nurse. Their subtle gaze held a conversation all on its own. She proceed to tell them her name was Akaisha Morningstar; she was seven years old. Her parents were Galena and Marshall Morningstar. She continued to tell them her address and birthday. The person in the helmet never moved, only listened intently to her. Everything they had already learned about her was being confirmed by the little girl. The parents were out of the picture permanently, but she didn’t know that and will never

After Derek and I sat down, Robert called the meeting to order. "This is a discussion of the events of November 23rd. On that date, Ms. Elizabeth Summers, now known as Kimberly Sparks, was attacked by a vampire. David Jones and Derek Michael intervened during the attack on Ms. Sparks and in the process, turned her into one of us. We are here to determine if their actions that night were appropriate." "Ms. Sparks, would you please come forward?" I looked at Derek and stood, wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans as I walked to the chair and sat facing the Council.

The town's elders, the keepers of the forgotten knowledge, held the key to unlocking the secrets buried within Silverwood's soul. As the nights grew darker and the full moon loomed overhead, I found myself drawn into a clandestine world hidden beneath the surface. I met Gabriel, a brooding and enigmatic figure who had dedicated his life to hunting the creatures that prowled in the moonlit shadows. His haunted eyes told a story of personal loss, a tragedy that had driven him to confront the curse head-on.

*Shelby* The next morning, I laid by the pool with my two best friends. We were all nursing a hangover and were taking the morning slow, so we could hopefully enjoy the rest of the day without being nauseous. “So, where’d you say Michael had to go so late last night?” Aubrey asked. “The head of his security team, who was attacked a few months ago, was finally released from the hospital. Michael wanted to be there for him. He’ll be back tonight, though,” I explained.

Jasper Hartford Michael was quickly becoming the bane of my very existence. He was refusing to allow Lizzy and me any time alone together, yesterday morning he even managed to come crashing into our room while we were having sex. Lizzy was about five seconds away from reaching her climax when Michael broke the lock on our door and tumbled into our room. Lizzy screamed in frustration and threw the covers around us so he wouldn’t be able to see anything but she was incredibly pissed off with him. If she hadn’t been naked then I am sure she would have strangled him right there and then.

Sarah and Jonathan woke up to loud music crippling through the walls of their house. They did not have to do any guesses to know who was behind the loud music. Michael. It had to be him. When they did not find Aaron and Michael on the bed, it was confirmed that little Aaro had joined his uncle’s early morning party too. Sarah moved closer to Jonathan and hugged him, laying her head on his chest. And he draped one of his hands around her waist and stroked her hair with the other hand.

I looked at him, and I waited for another image to pop on my screen, which it did. The image of the house popped again, and I said, “Hotel. Hazbin hotel. Goldsmith cash. Hazbin hotel.” He didn’t understand that I said then he was dumb. Too dumb to be a healer, he tapped furiously on the screen of his phone he was going to break it, and it was certain. He showed me an image of a big building with the name ‘Hazbin hotel.’ On it, I nodded with excitement, and he smiled too. We had finally come to an agreement, and it was so fulfilling.