Michael Vey 9 Novels & Stories

Suddenly the doors were yanked open, and Michael walked in, dragging a dead beta of the Vivian Pack. “Hello friend” Michael smirked to the surprise of Jake. “Long time, no see.”

"I will see you in HELL." Cayden responded with vehemence, "I don't think that's the case." Michael screamed out in agony as his arms were being ripped away from his body at the shoulders. "You are to be put to death, Michael, for the crime of committing treason against your own kind." Cayden ripped Michael's head from his shoulders, tossing his body to the ground where her head rolled. He looked up and caught sight of Max, Thalia, and Ruben. "I'm sorry you had to suffer in prison because of me." Cayden apologised to Thalia and Ruben while wiping blood from his claws.

“You’re a fuckin’ psycho.” “Yes, Michael, you’ve already covered that.” I smile at him as I move the blade faster between his fingers. I sing and watch as genuine fear grips him. He knows he is staring at a monster and has nowhere to go and no one to help him. “Engine, engine number nine, going down the Chicago line. If the train goes off the track, do you want your money back?” “Fuck,” Michael screams as he pulls his hand back. Blood now spilles violently where his index finger connected at the knuckle a moment ago.

Jack : " Mr Ray is here. The system is trying to hack the cameras and pass codes. You may not be able to see any real footage. It's all hacked." Ray entered the first gate as it opened automatically and closed once he was in. He was pretty much relaxed on everything. He trusted Ethan. He knew if he promised no trouble than there would be none and at the end he will be safe. Michael went to a club to celebrate his dream victory with Adolfo and will prolly get wasted. He kept on entering different gates taking directions as he was connected to cable on Bluetooth who was informing him about all the directions. But there was no doubt he was being careful. No one entered this area before except M

Michael swiftly lifted the man, throwing him on top of his comrade. Glancing at the defeated, groaning warriors, Michael leaned down, eyeing their crimson and black uniforms decorated with Marcus's evil badge. Seizing one warrior's arm, he began dragging the man towards the gate. "I will be borrowing these," he announced, stripping the uniform from the helpless guard, leaving him in nothing but his underwear. Unlocking the gate in front of him, Michael strode into the busy courtyard, the sounds of shouting echoing from inside the packhouse. Bracing himself, he followed Emily's familiar scent, pushing open the heavy door.