Michael Myers Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My wolf howled for more, and I reacted to it. “More,” I said, my body arching into his, fingers tangling in his hair. “Please.” Michael’s breathing was ragged now, his control slipping. I could see it in his darkened eyes — his wolf was right there beneath the surface, straining to break free. “Are you sure?” His forehead rested against mine, his voice hoarse. “Once we do this… there’s no turning back.” I cupped his face, my thumb brushing along his jaw. His skin was burning — just like mine.

I screamed, my lungs burning as I reached my door. Why wouldn’t it open? My hands twisted the knob again and again. Too fast and hard, but it refused to turn. I looked back. Michael stood at the top of the stairs, one hand gripping the railing, the other pressed to his chest. His eyes locked onto me. “You’re stressing the fuck out of me,” he said. “Just be a good wife and stay there.” “No… no,” I stuttered, my whole body shaking. “I’m not going to let you kill me again.”

my arm is hurting so bad it feels like I got an iv ,my mother must have done that , suddenly I feel sparks shooting up my arm's causing my fingers to twitch I slowly open my eyes only to be met with the most beautiful looking man in a Armani looking suit his hair styling and his dark eyes slowly raised looking at mine now and it feels like something snapped into place like he's mine and then his voice telling me Hello my beautiful mate , yeah mate sounds good right even. Jade: Hello ,mate? King Michael: I'm Michael, and yes Jade, I'm your mate , like Damon,Derek, Deacon, and Demtri are . and I've waited a very long time for you, Jade.

It is so easy for him to take me in his arms, to talk to me tenderly, and to end up with me in the same bed sharing it for the night. Yes, it is too easy for him to interact with me for romantic feelings to be mixed into our relationship – what I see every time Michael looks at me and acts towards me is a friend to his best friend. They are so close that he sees her as his sister – exactly, Michaël sees me as his sister, which is why he calls me Mira 'his princess'. It must be common to all the girls he considers his sisters.

Even she couldn’t be entirely sure. So I would need the assistance of a very confused Mina, all the while fighting off a Lycan in his prime. “I knew she was bluffing,” Michael said, when I did nothing other than open my eyes. “This calls for a different kind of punishment.” “Please, not the nipple clamps.” That made him laugh. “You’ve just given me an idea for afterwards,” he said. “In the meantime, I’m going to permit the vampire to suck your blood.”

Michael can only nod and bury his face in Type neck, attempting to stop the flow of tears. "Hey Type? Since we are here now, why don't we play bwith Richard ? I can text Jace and have him come to help watch you and you can just relax. I'm sure seeing me like that was terrifying and you could definitely use a break." Type looks away from Michael. "Or you just don't trust me to take care of you anymore and you would rather have Jace watch Richard so that I don't accidentally kill him again..." Michael can hear both his and Type hearts breaking. "Oh baby no... That's not it at all..." He makes Type look him in the eyes. "I would trust you with my entire being... I love you so much... I have mor

Evie's pov The bed was wet beneath me, soaked by the juices that flowed from between my thighs. A grunt, one so husky brushed against my ear as he moved in and out of me. "Don't tell Kimberly," Alpha Ryan groaned as he pushes his cock deeper until the tip brushed a tender spot. I shudder beneath him. Kimberly was his future Luna. She was also my sister. I looked up at him beneath my lashes. "Don't tell my sister you slipped inside the wrong one?"

Guessing my thoughts, he stood up, and with a swift move, he lifted me up in his arms and lay me flat on the bed. His lips met mine, driven by passion and my hands were pulling him towards me, as he was standing on my left side, his torso over me. Michael traced the inner side of my thigh starting from my knee, creating goosebumps in the process. I moaned, moving impatiently when he stopped between my legs. "Please." I breathed, hungry for more. "I like to tease you, to look at how your body moves, begging me to touch you, how your skin turns pink from the lust for me," Michael whispered under his breath, then he surprised me when he swiftly pushed one finger inside me, driving me insane wit

Michael was absolute law. I crossed my arms over my chest, whimpering, a reflex born of years of conditioning. Make yourself small. Endure. Survive. Michael smiled. It was a terrifying expression, all teeth and zero warmth. He enjoyed the whimper. It was music to him. He reached out and grasped my left arm, his fingers digging viciously into the bicep, right where the faint, faded scar of his old marking bite sat—the one Mace’s mating claim had almost erased.

I was nervous but knew I had a claim to my mate and requested that Michael have no contact with Emerie when I left here. I walked into the room and saw the Supremes in the room along with, King Cayden and a few Elders. We were waiting on Michael and I could see Supreme Drax looking at me with disgust, I decided to ruffle some feathers and said, "I see that you hate me because your lover refused to give me my mate, look at it this way, you will be free to fuck him more," he growled ready to pounce on me but Ty stopped him. His mate Ryker looked at him feeling the tension between them and I smiled before Aidan said, "Enough." The doors opened and I smelled my mate's scent mixed in with Michael