Michael Vey Fanfiction Novels & Stories

When he did so, a cone hit his forehead. “I’m gonna kill you, Crave!” Childish anger filled Michael up as he ran down the stairs. Standing just a couple of meters away from each other, again, he couldn’t believe his eyes - that really was Crave. “I can’t believe it. Am I dreaming?” Michael put a broad smile on his face. Seeing his old friend so close, the whole anger evaporated like steam. “So, you had better believe.” Crave laughed out loud and threw another cone at Michael. Michael just got a confirmation - only Crave could be such an idiot.

“No, you could. But you chose to betray Vincent. All for what? To stay in the Dragon flares…” (Dragon flares=the boy group. This is the name they gave themselves.) “Sphesihle, are you going to tell Vincent about this?” “He doesn’t talk to me.” “I can help you with that.” Michael thought that if he did something nice for Sphesihle, she might not expose him. A pause. “Sphesihle, may I ask why you stood up for Vincent? I thought you hated each other.” “I’m sure he told you that I made him fail one of his subjects.”

Ayla’s POV Michael was getting on my nerves lately, insisting on seeing me every day in his office at least once or twice. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs that I had nothing to report! And if he has no news on the whereabouts of the Sun Valley Pack, then he doesn’t have to keep pulling me in here. I love him, I genuinely do, but right now, all I want to do is be with Archer! I need to find a way to pull him out of whatever dark place he is in. I know something is wrong. I can feel it; I just can’t explain it yet. “Come in”, Michaels’s voice sounded behind the closed door. I had knocked a little bit too hard on the old wooden door, leaving a slight but noticeable dent in the panell

I say and turn to leave. “No!” Michael shouts. “Don’t go, I’ll hand it over, wait!” I remain standing with my back turned to him as I listen to Michael scramble back to his feet and approach his desk. Slowly, I turn around to watch him unlock a drawer in his desk, his hands shaking as he pleads, “don’t hurt Amelia or anyone in Deadfang. I beg of you, take this and don’t hurt anyone.” I take the vial of poison from Michael’s shaking hand and smirk. “For as long as you know how to keep quiet, you have my word that nothing bad will happen.” I assure him and leave.

Michael looked at her, at the sudden 180-degree change in attitude, and slowly pulled his arm away. "Are you talking about yourself?" Sadie's eyes widened. She forced herself to stay calm. She couldn't lose control now. Michael was the author of 'Rise of the Abandoned Prince'-he was a golden goose now. "Michael, just listen to me-" "I don't want to hear it," Michael said flatly. "I'm still alive today only because I've been lucky enough not to be beaten to death by you. If you keep pushing it, I'll make sure the female second lead gets replaced."

"I don't want to hear any more of this. You need to drop it, man. You're playing with fire." Vince shook his head. "I'm not going to drop it, Michael. I need to know the truth, Imani needs to know the truth, you need to know the truth even Sun Mi needs to know the truth.” “And what if your thoughts are wrong, will you be fine invading someone's peaceful life with your misconceptions?” Michael asked. “I am willing to risk it, and so should you.” Vince replied. Michael sighed, his eyes filled with pain . "Fine, Vince. But you're on your own with this one. I don't want anything to do with it."

He gives me a firm stroke a moan uncurls from my throat as my hand falls into his hair and fists. “Michael,” I whisper through heaving breaths. He stops, two blue pools looking up at me. Those eyes—they’re not holding the kindness I’ve known them with now. They’re dark, hungry, feral as if focused on immobilizing me. “Yes, baby,” Michael answers. He’s not longer feasting on me, but his hot breath fanning over my pussy is enough to make my throat release unintelligible sounds. I chuckle, drawing in a heavy breath as I look around. “I have a house,” I fawn.

Natasha stood behind Michael, her hands on his shoulders, while he sat at the other end of the table. When Michael snapped his fingers, Vincent returned to reality and looked his father in the eyes. But he wasn’t the same charming, laid-back Vincent he used to be. With that overpowering rage in his eyes, venom in his heart, and revenge in his veins, he thought he could burn down the entire world if he let even a flicker of the inferno brewing inside him. He leaned back and sat up taller, his steely eyes riveted on the older man across the room.

I felt disgusted. “You know… it’s not Vladimirs fault, right?” Michael said, looking at me. Gritting my teeth, I try to breathe hard. I need to control myself. “Did you know Vladimir was an experiment as well?” Michael suddenly said. “What?” I said, snapping my head. “Yes, he’s fucking crazy, and maniac father used his mom to experiment on her and make Vladimir something different,” Michael explained, “Vladimir was used as you.” I didn’t say a word. I believe him.

“It doesn’t seem like it. “ Flynn yelled. He was so mad he was going to shoot Killian right then and there. “You sound hysterical. “ Killian said, still flatly. “Am I hysterical?” Flynn’s laughter echoed in the warehouse “I am telling you Mike dies in the next few days. I think you should be the one worried about what happens from now on. No, no. I am not hysterical. I am just laying out the facts. Let me ask you something…” Flynn ran his tongue over his front teeth. He could taste the victory, it was so close it was sweet. “How do you think Richard will do it? Maybe he will make you watch him kill Michael. I have heard seeing your mate die right in front of your eyes hurts like hell.“