Michael Vs Freddy Krueger Novels & Stories

Connor laughed. Michael screamed out in frustration, slamming his head on the wall. Connor saw stars and he realized that his head was growing lighter by the minute. He knew he would faint any minute from now and the realization of that had him scared for the first time since he got here. He always wanted to know Michael's next move and fainting was surely not in his agenda. "I see you want to die," Michael spat. Connor chuckled, making sure that he frustrated Michael to the best of his abilities. He wanted him to be mad, be very vile because he knew that with this, he would make mistakes and it was those mistakes he would use against him.

Michael goes berserk. With a scream of rage, he assaults the nearer man. His opponent has no chance, flailing to protect himself from a rain of blows, any one of which is enough to disable most men. And as Michael hooks a foot around his leg, pulling him down and twisting, he shrieks and falls… His leg broken?

"Khalid is a cunning fox. He only tells you what he wants you to know." Facing Malcolm, Michael sighed. He'd pummeled rounds and rounds of punches into the bastard, but he wouldn't spill. His loyalty was commendable, so also was Michael's torture skills. There are many ways to kill a rat. He took slow steps to his front, and stopped directly below the light. In a snug black tee and black pants, Michael was the epitome of dread; the scary story told to force kids to sleep. The overhead light cast a deathly dense shadow on him, shielding his cold hooded blue eyes from the legal world.

Edward's POV I was doing my best not to kill that idiot Michael. What the fuck was he doing talking to the Meyers girl? My blood boiled when I saw him touch her. I wanted so badly to shift and rip him apart for daring even to breathe the same air as her. Michael was the Alpha of one of the packs close by, his territory is large but not as extensive or wealthy as ours. He has always been in competition with us in business but our packs are allies so no one could attack.

Draven smirked as he spits blood out of his mouth while he pressed onto his bloody chest. "Still revolving around Lucifer's pinky finger, I see," this was enough for Michael to land another sharp blow to his jaw as the crack of his bone filled the serenity of the forest. "It's no longer about him," Michael pulled his sword out of its shield as he raised it above his head. "It's about you...killing my friend.." Michale snarled at Draven. Draven shrugged his shoulders, smiled and slowly brought his hand behind his back, and immediately blew out a white powdery substance on his face.

“F*ck you! Jim Winger, don’t think that I won’t do anything to you because you fired me! I have more than ten men here! Do you think you’ll be able to handle it if we start rioting?” Michael was savage. He was relying on having more people on his side. Then, he stood up from the ground and rubbed his stomach. When he said that, his men approached them. His men were trying to force them to submit. Jim’s face was dark as he shouted to Michael’s men, “Are you blind? Don’t you know who I am? Jim Winger! If anyone dares to take one more f*cking step, I’ll kill their entire family!” Jim’s face was icy, but there was a fire flickering in his eyes.

Knowing that Michael was a SEAL I knew he could kill him with one snap. "Michael don't!" I shouted. He turned and looked at me. His eyes raked my body from head to toe. He then turned his attention back to Gregory. He began squeezing and Gregory began gagging. "Michael please don't kill him." I begged. He removed his hands and looked around at me. He surveyed my face for a bit. "Get up off me you prick," demanded Gregory. Michael's eyes became dark and before I could speak he began to pound on Gregory's face. He threw punch after punch.

As for why I get to live this happily…" I turned toward Haylee beside me. She was looking at me with gentle but unwavering eyes. I smiled back before turning once more to Michael, delivering the final blow with deliberate cruelty. "Because I chose the right person. "And you deserve nothing more than to rot in the gutter." Those words became the final straw that broke him. Michael lunged at me like a madman, screaming, "I'll kill you, you b*stard!" He never even got close. I drove my foot straight into his chest with all my strength. He flew backward and crashed hard onto the ground, coughing up blood as he struggled helplessly to get back up. Security guards rushed over immediately and pinne

"Where is Freya? I won't ask again." Michael laughed, though his voice was shaky. "And if I don't tell you, what are you going to do? Point a gun at me in front of a thousand people? Go ahead! Do it!" Michael leaned in, his face twisting with malice. "Take this as payback for what you did at my house. As for Freya... last I saw her, she was sucking my dick. If you want to find her, you’ll have to pull my pants down. Maybe she’s hiding in there!"

What would it do to Michael if he killed someone? In a matter of seconds, one thing was very clear. Mario didn’t stand a chance against Michael. I held my breath as Michael hit him over and over again. It reminded me of the fight he had with Koreyon, but only more savage and as soon as Mario was unconscious, Michael stopped. I watched, shocked. He stopped. Michael stopped before he killed Mario!