Novel & Cerita Michael Vey Fanfiction

"When you were recovering from the overdose, you spoke of someone named Michael; do you know who that is?" "Michael?” She closed her eyes for a moment. “Kind of,” she said, opening her eyes slowly. “I see him in flashes. I used to think he was my imaginary friend. He would come to me after my dad left. It's funny. He was a vampire. My imaginary friend was a vampire and my dad was a wolf. Tell me I didn’t have a screwed-up childhood. He still talks to me in my dreams. He always tells me he is looking for me and my sister. Thing is, I don't have a sister.”

" You can take them out for me . We can't go to a pack doctor so we'll have to make do . " " Alec is always playing nurse with Jace and I'm feeling lonely .. " Michael sighs , wiping away a fake tear .. Despite my horrendous mood , I can't help but chuckle . He's like an adorable kid . Except his hands are covered with blood and his eyes look sunken from the torturing he just did . I wonder if they killed him . But I'm too afraid to ask .

“B*stard, trash! “What did I order you to do? I asked you to keep your eye on Alex and the Fairy Doctor, and what happened? They already f*cking slept with each other, and you’re f*cking around over here. What’s the point of having a waste of space like you around?” Michael vented all his rage from seeing Alex and the Fairy Doctor together on Trey’s body, punching and kicking him as though Trey was Alex. Once Michael finally had enough, Trey’s body was covered in bruises, and he had lost two teeth.

I lost myself completely, moaning loudly as ecstasy crashed over me in shuddering waves. I could feel nothing but him, thick, hard, and relentless, claiming me, owning this moment. And in that single moment, I understood why all his exes were crazy over him. Vindell’s POV The evening breeze swept across the rooftop as I sat opposite Michael. A pair of housemaids placed a steaming platter of peppered fish between us before quietly excusing themselves. I adjusted my leather gloves and helped myself to a piece. Michael did the same. “So…” he began between bites. “When are you finally calling her?”

BLAZE. Micah’s fingers touched the phone screen. His eyes showed he didn't believe me. “I have to see for myself.” “I just told you that you can't.” “Why not?” He closed his eyes for a moment then breathed out. “Blaze. It's mandatory at least for me to check on him.” Did this man understand English or was he dumb? He couldn't see him and that was final. But his eyes. Lord, those hazel were testing my loyalty. They swept over me like I was the son of the devil. He had never judged me but they weren't exactly holy today. He didn't believe a word I said.

The text traces their first heavy tango at the victory banquet, their raw, blood-tasting first kiss after Michael had liberated him from a border holding cell, and the sudden, freezing distance that grew between them when Rebbie Jackson returned from the northern front, broken and hunted. "My focus fractured to secure my sister's survival, and my old war-madness returned," Michael's writing grows frantic, stained with ink blots. "I reminded myself that a pure warrior like you should never be bound to a broken commander, but my wolf kept playing the pretender, deluding my sanity into believing I could retain your mark." Jone clenches his jaw, tracking the pages where Michael details his agoni

“A little extra won’t hurt. We just need him groggy. Disoriented. Enough to make the situation believable.” A small tremble ran through me — excitement or fear, I couldn’t tell. But the truth was… I wanted Owen back. Badly. And Michael’s plan, insane as it was, whispered to the darkest parts of me: This is your chance. Owen rubbed his eyes and rested tiredly on a pillar. Vulnerable. Perfect. “I’ll go,” I whispered. Michael nodded, slipping a tiny vial into my hand. “Use it if you need to,” he whispered. “But first see how far you can get without it.”

Kate stumbled slightly, her composure faltering. "Careful," Michael said, as his hand found the back of her waist. “I’m just famished,” Kate replied, pulling away. She reminded herself of the monster she came to destroy. But the man she met was charming, intelligent, and handsome. She fought an internal battle which gave her the feeling that she was betraying the memory of her parents. She was falling for the mask, and the mask was Michael Curry. Michael proposed that he'd like to drive her to her hotel, but took a different route that led to his penthouse. It was a towering structure that made the city look tiny from the top.

Inside it, traces of pale yellow powder remained. Michael's face lost all its color. He pounced like a madman trying to retrieve the vial, but I was quicker than him. I stepped on the vial and looked at him icily. "This is proof, right? Michael, you're finished."

“So you’re going to be the one to spread the word for me among the rest of the pathetic lowlifes who want to take a cheap shot at an easy target. I am your Alpha, and I have already laid down my sentence here; it is not for the likes of you to add to it. This woman is atoning for her crimes against us, and as such, I order her to be left alone. Do you hear me?” He nodded frantically, and scrambled to run off the second I dropped him. In the silence he left behind, Michaela scoffed. “An easy target? I’m the one who knocked that guy on his ass, no thanks to you.” Her muscular arms were crossed in a clear pose of frustration, though I couldn’t keep myself from noticing that they also framed her