Michael Myers X Ghostface Novels & Stories

He was tense earlier because of the stares, but I'm sure he was enjoying their adoration of him. Ghosts don't favor crowded spaces. Their real name is Myles McCormick, aka Ghost. He's only a few years younger than me before he joined the team. He has been given the name Ghost because of his code name. He is good at not being spotted. He's a great master of disguise, and you wouldn't think twice to know who or where he is. He's like a wandering ghost who came to fuck you.

He was leaning against the railing, still dressed in his pajamas. "No matter how healthy you are, you'd still fall sick if you stood out here at night in the cold air," he said with a reproachful expression. Toying with the blanket, I replied coolly, "Thanks, but you could've pretended not to have noticed me." I chose Michael purely because I thought he could win against Joshua. After having battled him numerous times now, I knew what he was capable of. Either way, I didn't want to get involved with him romantically. That would only end up becoming a repeat of the past.

（William’view） After leaving Chicago, I went back to the only life I truly knew. The life of a mercenary. Five years of comfort hadn't dulled my instincts. It was like a blade that had been kept in its sheath—once drawn, it was sharper than ever. I wasn't William Windemere anymore. I was 'Ghost' Noah, the king of mercenaries who called the shots in the black market. I reveled in it. The adrenaline of calculating trajectories in a firefight, the steady rhythm of my own heartbeat on a stealth op. This was the real me. A man who lived on the edge of a knife.

Now, back to the current situation, After the chanting, the MC hush the crowd and continued, "NOW WE SHALL PRESENT OUR KING TO SPEAK OF HIS GRACE!!! I PRESENT... MR.MIKAEL LENOX!! THE CRAZY PHANTOM!!!" As all eyes directed to him, he stood up to show himself, the man sitting beside Mark stood up. It indeed was Mikael. Seeing him stood up as the light above him beams toward his figure I feel my body heats up and my heartbeats grow loud as if it's right beside my ear. Ugh. I can't argue about how he got good looks and a cool vibe but I swear to God, his smile is so adorable, even tho it's more like a smirk than a smile. But even with this, I will still kill him after this all ends right? Will

she mumbles softly cleaning off the tears cascading down her cheeks. "I don't remember doing anything to you. If it's about our night together then I'm sorry. It was never meant to happen. I lost control and even apologized before you suddenly disappeared." The female whirls and stares intently at him. "You told your friends to rape and murder me." "Me? You're a ghost?" He asks at once shivering. "Yes, I'm a ghost. And I'm here to kill you cause you are the only one remaining." "But I didn't do such. Please believe me."

” Michael asked looking concerned ” I can’t go alone,,,” She said . ” Maybe I should go with you?? ” ” Can you do that?? ” Lisa asked ” Let’s go,,,” ” You’re afraid of ghosts?? ” Michael suddenly asked and she flinched ” Stop talking about ghost,,it’s late ” Lisa said looking scared ” Are you kidding me ?? I was about telling you that there are many ghosts here ” Michael said ” No!!!” She shouted and Michael immediately covered her mouth with his palm ” I was just joking,,, ” He said She nodded still breathing hard

Just that—no face, no real clues, just movement and shadows. “Let me zoom in,” Michael mutters, leaning closer. I fold my arms, unimpressed. He looks up, eyes locked on mine. “This figure… it looks exactly like Camille.” I blink once. Then I laugh—short and humorless. “It’s someone in a jacket, Michael. Could be anyone. That’s not Camille.” “But the height—” “You’re grasping,” I cut in. “She’s not a ghost. She’s not alive. Stop turning grief into conspiracy.”

“You should probably come back some other time.” “Mikey, who is it?” I hear Evan yell from inside the home. Michael sighs heavily. “It’s Harper,” he calls back. Evan shouts back, “Well, let her in.” Michael hesitantly steps aside to allow me inside and I find Evan propped up on the couch. His face is severely swollen, but his nose is no longer crooked. There’s some dried blood around it, but he doesn’t seem to be in any pain.

“Split… blood?” “A hybrid,” he clarified. I scoffed, shaking my head. “There are no hybrids here. Everyone in this pack is a full-blooded wolf.” “Maybe not everyone.” “Michael,” I hissed, “you’re chasing ghosts.” “Ghosts might be my only option!” he said simply. He didn’t wait for me to reply before slipping back into the shadows again, disappearing just as suddenly as he’d come. I was left staring into darkness. My heart thudded, slow and unsure. A hybrid? That wasn’t possible… was it?

Happy reading..... My Mic! My hand stopped in the air, my body froze and my lips parted slightly. I was confused for a while, after giving it a some thought. I came to my senses realising he was a fighter. My heart did somersaults when his dark brown orbs met mine. I could see him breathing fastly as his chest was heaving up and down accordingly. So Michael was Raze and he didn't even tell me anything about it. I can't even explain in words how was I feeling right now. I was screaming, dancing crazily inside knowing that my Mic wasn't a normal person but an eminent fighter.