Michael Vey New Book Novels & Stories

Damon became the version of Michael from his coma dream and now everyone's world is about to be turned upside down because Damon has been arrested. Will he take the blame like Mike planned to do? Will he confess? Will he allow his friends' lives to be ruined and turn them in to face justice for their crimes? Who knows! There won’t be a book two so I will leave all those questions up to your own imagination! Thanks for reading guys!! P.S. BIG ANNOUNCEMENT!!

Michael says quietly , seeming on edge ; if his glares at Jace were of any hint . " Where's the book ? " Jace asks again , seeming annoyed by the blanter they put forth . Michael drops it on the coffee table with a slam recieving a glare in return from Jace . Regardless , he picks up the book and observes the cover and index . " It seems to be it . " He starts flipping through the pages in search of the weapon section . I take a seat beside him and lean back on the couch , resting my chin on my hand . " Are you sure it's here ? " I asked and on cue the section of weapons is opened and he turns through all sorts of things . Guns , swords , poisons ..

he replied, letting go of my hand. I murmured, "Sure, dad," unsure if he would believe me if I told him the truth about what had transpired. "Now go. And stay safe," he said, sprinting with the warriors who wrote dashing towards the perimeters with his council following him closely. Gavin glanced at me before tailing after him. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched their retreating backs. I knew what Michael was after. He wouldn't stop at winning the battle. He would want to murder every living being in Crimson Crescent. He would destroy everything - all the buildings we lived in and demolish every sign of our existence. He would burn everything down and rebuild this land and when he doe

“Well, I like this new Mira. And you know what? I’ll bring friends—old friends. The kind of people Aaron would hate to see at your party.” I tilted my head. “Oh? Do tell.” He grinned. “Let’s just say some of us have been waiting for the day you woke up and remembered who the hell you are.” I laughed. “Then I guess it’s time for a reunion.” Michael extended his hand, and I shook it. “To new beginnings,” he said. “To revenge,” I corrected. He chuckled. “Even better.” As I left Michael’s penthouse, I felt a sense of excitement brewing inside me. The game was only just beginning, and I was ready to play.

My voice is stern, my eyes narrowed in a way to tell her not to ask me anymore questions because I myself don’t have any information other than that. Just that there’s been a fire. And Dad is safe. That’s it. Immediately the jet slows at the runway, Michael appears from wherever he disappeared into, and comes straight for me. “Let’s go,” he says, urgency in his voice. I want to argue, but I figure now isn’t really a good time to press his buttons. Moreover, I need to go home and make sure my father is really as okay as Michael claims. Just like in Las Vegas, there are five car convoys of black SUVs, lined up and waiting for us, their engines humming lowly, men in black suits standing like st

It would have hurt much more than it does now. "This..." Joe stares wide-eyed at the thick leather-bound volume he just pulled out of the box. "This is a signed and personalized special edition chronicle," Joe whispers in absolute awe, his hands trembling slightly as he touches the heavy paper. "This version is not even out in the Silvermoon Capital yet." Joe gasps loud when he notices the edges are beautifully sprayed with midnight-blue color, but his heart drops the moment he opens the front cover. "It is fully annotated," Joe says, trying his absolute best to hide his shock when he recognizes Michael's sharp, heavy handwriting all over the margins. Joe holds up the heavy book and raises a

I suddenly screamed. "What? You.." "You just saved me, Micheal! You are awesome!" I laughed. "You don't know how much that means to me... Thank you. See you at base."he said with a serious, crackling voice. The vehicle took a bush path and returned to the mansion through a rout I never knew existed, it entered the compound through an abandoned back gate and after a drive through an open land that I used to play on as a kid, a large door to an underground vault suddenly began to open in front of me, I sat there with my mouth half opened. The vehicle drove into the vault and it was like a whole new world began to unleash in front of my eyes. The vehicle parked beside other weird vehicles and t

The one she swore she’d never open unless she had to. It wasn’t really a book anymore at all. It used to be, once — long ago, before water and smoke and teeth and panic had worked on it. Now it was a block. Thick and lopsided, bound in mismatched leather, edges burned and split. Half the pages were gone, charred to curls. The writing that remained had bled in places, ink like old blood, symbols Baylee didn’t recognize, stuttering between languages that shouldn’t have sat together.

I'll blind any eyes that dares to glance. TBC Hey guys.... don't forget to vote on Tyrant Master and I. Vote and comment. Xoxo I love you all so fucking much! And don't forget to visit my book Oath bounded to a Mobster in NovelNow. Here's a sneak peak... Chapter 1 Henley I folded my hands as I leaned on the coffee machine, the mop handle nudged my stomach but I didn't budge. I had long finished mopping and cleaning the top floor.

Now, I was more afraid than ever. Shaking, I hurried back to my car. I took out my secure tablet and searched for Dr. Patricia Moore. Her records were perfect. But I just knew she was lying. I looked up at the clock, my heart pounding. My tablet suddenly flashed, hiding the search screen. It was a secret message from Michael's main computer. The note was short, sharp, and terrifying: Michael C. Van Leer is asking for an immediate, private meeting. He is going home tonight. He should not be able to move. The doctor lied. The cage is closing again, and he's bringing something new home with him.