Muzan Michael Jackson Novels & Stories

The wind dropped dead silent. Raquelle stepped in front of us. “Wait…” The earth split. Right in front of us, roots burst from the soil, spiraling and twisting into form. Arms, legs, a torso. A thick chest bloomed from bark, and a head crowned with thorned vines bent down slowly to face us. “What in the name of the goddess…” Muzan gasped. Seven feet tall, with eyes made of moss and a growl that sounded like creaking wood under pressure. Its skin…if you could call it that, was bark laced with green veins, flexing as it stepped forward, shaking the ground with every step.

Juan apologized, “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! It is all my fault. I came too late. I’m sorry, Nana! From now on, I will never let you leave my side! Never again! No one will be able to draw us apart! “Nana, I didn’t kill Dad! It was Dark Shura! He has come to Thailand and joined forces with the Leviathan Sect. Meanwhile, he also got Zeke to be on his side. They want to take over the Ma royal family and deal with us, Regal Palace. Nana, do you believe me?” “I do!!!” Mona replied firmly, “I believe in everything you said. You couldn’t have killed Dad. I have long figured out that everything was Zeke’s and the tricks of his partners in crime.”

Jackson shouted. From Jackson's body came a powerful breath that caused Professor Morsa to be pushed backward. Jackson's eyes were bloodshot, and a pair of black horns formed from his head; Jackson could not control himself. He stepped closer to Professor Morsa, the immense power pouring down so quickly that Professor Morsa closed his eyes in pain. All the students in the class couldn't bear it since that breath broke out, and they all fainted in unison. Only Hana could see the situation before her. She opened her eyes pinned to Jackson's large, slowly moving body. With only three steps left, Jackson would be able to touch Professor Morsa. And there was no other outcome than the death of Pro

And she sat on the ground screaming in severe pain. "Excuse me, princess. You are right.' Muzan got angry at his haste, bowed in shame and asked the princess. "By whose permission did you come after me. How many times will I explain that it is not your responsibility to protect me? I see any danger moving towards me first." She gritted her teeth and spoke angrily as she endured the pain in her toe.

Clearing his throat, Zac continues, “I will spare you the gruesome details, as I promise they do not need repeating, but during a yearly visit from the Great Council, Isla was found…er…incapacitated and taken in for medical treatment immediately under the Council's care. The findings that came from the Council's visit that day led to Alec Miller's arrest. He was charged rightfully so with multiple accounts of assault and attempted murder of an un-shifted, underage she-wolf.” My eyes are locked on the ticking hands of the clock hanging in the back of the room. I can’t make eye contact with anyone or I might just break, but I refuse to not hold my head up. Gasps are scattering around me again,

Ronald was still confused, he was wondering what kind of prank this man was up to this time. “ …they suspected my involvement with the international government, so, they drugged me with a deadly biological chemical which causes intermittent psychiatric disintegration and severe pains, restlessness, and sleeplessness…” “what are you talking about dad?” “The Medusa. They are the wicked people that I work with. Very evil!" He paused "All I have done is try to do good, play my part for my country. But , only their suspicion cost me my family.

I can understand Zuck at his confusion because Mason and Lautner are very identical that it's hard to tell which is which if it's the first time meeting them. "I'm sure it's not me, dude," Mason replied defensively. Zuck's attention returned to Lautner who remain quiet and can't seem to utter any words. Zuck's aura is fucking intimidating, I must say he inherits that from Luciano, Zuck can order someone to kneel in front of him just by his stares.

Jone Jackson POV "Look at all these scrolls from the Moonfang Chronicle," Jone Jackson says, staring down at the little dark stone tablet in his male hands while his fingers tap a fast, angry beat on the wooden table. "The pictures show my male body grabbing Michael Jackson and giving him a big kiss right in front of the whole assembly."