Michael Myers X Jason Voorhees Novels & Stories

I planned to keep my end of the bargain. Michael finished his opening remarks, and Jason straightened. His chest puffed slightly, and a confident smirk curved his lips as he addressed the audience. “Today,” Jason declared, his voice loud and clear, “Viki Mayers will officially become my mate and Luna.” He paused for effect, letting his gaze sweep the crowd before continuing. “And soon after, she will give birth to our heir.” There was polite applause. My father, seated among the front rows, nodded at me with a rare look of approval. That look was worth every lie, every dose, every night of pretending I wasn’t slowly poisoning myself.

He noticed that the driver was quite big and he looked at the rearview mirror and he gasped in shock. Stone-cold Steve Austin in the flesh. Their eyes met and Stones frowned. "You?" "You? What are you doing here?" Michael asked. He put his hand to open the door but it was locked by Stones immediately. "Kynes will be so happy to see the fish I caught today," Stones grinned. Michael swallowed hard and touched his pocket. He felt something hard in his pocket and he grinned at Stones. "What?" Stones smirked at him. "Say cheese!" Michael brought out the taser and unleashed fifty thousand volts of electricity on the poor man's shoulder.

Jason withdrew his shadows then, standing and pulling something small from near the seam of his pants. "Mikael will take whoever comes through," he whispered to Ash softly, "I'll take out the floodlight and slip inside, and take as many as I can. Try to stay here where there's shadows, stay in cover unless we need you." She nodded at him, and he kissed her forehead softly, "And we might, you're the only one who can heal the wounds from that whiteshot." She smiled up at him, reaching up to touch his cheek gently, but stepped back a moment later as a man stepped through the doorway.

It’s Jason. “Ma’am please stay back!” He cautions her. “Mr. Michell is-” “Gonne die if you don’t let me in.” Jason growls when he sees Damien and Gerald coming up to them. Damien looks calm while Jason is furious. He aims his gun at Damien, ready to kill. “What the f*ck are you doing here?” He growls. “I told you not to show your face to me!” Damien’s calm persona slips and for a moment he looks hurt and regretful. Halsey steps in between them trying to control the situation.

Since Michael made him embarrass himself before Wilson, he was going to get it back from him by killing Kayson. … Kayson received a call from Jason before he got off work. Jason invited him for a meal as he would return to Greenspring tomorrow afternoon. Since Jason had invited him, Kayson had no other choice but to say yes.

The effect was worth it as Michael groaned as his cock got as hard as it'd ever been before. Zoe stepped back and gestured to Ashley. Michael sighed as he crawled up onto the bed, mounting the catatonic redhead. He looked up to the ceiling again. "James, bro, if you're listening, I'm sorry about this but it's to save your girl. I really don't want to do this," he said. "Then don't," a commanding voice said at the doorway. Michael spun off of the bed, grabbing his Glock, while Zoe pulled a sword from where it was mounted on the wall, dropping into a fighting stance. They both went wide eyed when they saw who it was.

My body slammed to his but my right hand was still caught. "Let her go," he spoke in an authoritative tone. "Release my wife before I kill you asshole." Jason gritted out. His hand still caught my wrist. He increased his hold on it making me cry out louder. Micheal slowly release me only to punch Jason. Jason stumbled back releasing my wrist. I pulled my wrist and massaged it gently. Micheal quickly pulled me behind his large figure. "How dare you!" Jason came to punch Micheal but Micheal held me and budged with me. Micheal punched Jason under his kidney making him wince in pain.

He was so focused that he barely blinked. '' You really love this thing, don't you?" I muttered, giving a smile to lighten the mood. He gave a crooked smile without taking his eyes off the screen. '' There's nothing like a classic. Jason is unbeatable.'' '' Jason is from Friday the 13th.'' I retorted, laughing. ''Michael Myers is from Halloween.'' He looked at me sideways and laughed. '' See? You know it too.''

“What the hell is he doing here?” I was petrified. My breath hitched in my throat as I watched Mike chat animatedly with Jason. They both had a glass of beer in their hands, and they seemed to be laughing at something. How was that even possible? Wasn't it the same Mike who had punched Jason to a pulp in the toilet the other day? I'm sure if he had had his way, he would have even beaten him up all the more. And Jason , he was definitely pissed after what Mike had done to him,so why the hell were they talking like nothing happened? When did they get to meet and reconcile again?

Before I make the last turn I pause at the sound of voices yelling. "What happened to you?" I hear Chad ask, panting, "What happened to bros before hoes? Huh?" "That's the thing, she's not a hoe." Jason replies, "Why can't you see that?" "Why can't I see that!? The bitch nearly killed me!" Chad yells, "Why can't you see how dangerous she is?" "Don't call her that!" Jason yells angrily, "It's not her fault you're a weak little piece of shit!"