Superbook Michael Novels & Stories

The journey ahead might be uncertain, but Jack was determined to face it with Brianna by his side. “So… This is what he means by fool and regret, huh?” Jack muttered, tightening his grip on Brianna. Without intending to let her go. . In another part of the city, at Reverie Entertainment, Michael bore a triumphant smile as he walked proudly through the corridors, embodying the official role of the senior executive of the ballet entertainment studio. “Tsk, the brother of mine is still sick, making the chosen one a mate, tricking her too… How lucky I am right now,” Michael mused, smiling happily. Ignoring that the whole staff might think he looks crazy.

Michael had heard rumors about him and had seen his pictures. He idolized Thomas Carson. Thomas was Dustin’s subordinate! Michael’s face twisted in shock, and his mind went blank. He was at a loss for words. “Your uncle is the King of Hades’s Secret Guard,” George said softly.

Mike headed to the kitchen for a glass of milk, grabbing some chocolate chip cookies from the cabinet and headed to the den where he flipped through the sports channels. "So go get some pussy, already." 'I had some not two hours ago,' he thought, glancing at the clock on the wall. "And, YOUR point is?" Mike sighed, shaking his head. 'I'm not Superman, I do need to rest.' "Says who? You can rest when we're dead. Go back up there and get some damn you!"

Whatever made the director happy. Michael was indeed very happy. W-17-D was by far his best product made yet. The boy was fast, smart, strong, and agaile, and he would sell for a hefty price when only fifty remained. The perfect combination of man and wolf, Michael was almost tempted to buy the boy himself as his guard dog. Eventually, when they were all sold, he would have to make more, and who better to show them their purpose and protect them than a former experiment?

“But how am I supposed to properly communicate with you here? You're the only person I actually know in this entire ancient nightmare.” I tilted my head, looking over his heavy leather armor and the prominent crest on his chest plate. “How did you even manage to climb up to the Beta position so fast anyway? In the original script, Ling Cheng was barely a blip on the radar.” Michael let out a confident, smug chuckle, flexing his broad shoulders. “Duh. Back home, I did karate for years. I have my form, I know how to fight, and I know exactly how to read a room. Plus, using the tiny details you used to giggle about when you ranted about the series early episodes , I was able to accurately predi

“Michael has been a better friend to me than I ever deserved.” “Don’t say that,” I argue, but the words are absent. My whole world tilts on its side. Michael saved Levi’s life? Michael was so broken up over his dad’s death that he never told anyone but Levi and had to drink his sorrows away? Even wasted, Michael had the presence of mind to make sure Levi never faced any consequences? Everything I thought I knew is turned upside down. Instead of a villain, it seems like my brother’s best friend might be a hero. I shiver and pull my flannel around me.

“You started employing pussies when I left, I see.” I snorted in response. “Well, no one can ever match up against the undefeated Ulrich, now can they?” I threw back, rolling my eyes in the process. A soft chuckle broke his lips. He shook his head and fell into the sand with a quiet thud. “Except the mighty Michael. Oh how he rose the ranks swifter than any man could ever dream about. How mighty he was in his glory days, so long ago that they are now forgotten.” “I’m not much older than you, you cunt.” I growled back.

"What are you reading today Michael? Maybe you could recommend something for me.” With a twinkle in his eyes, Michael held up the book, its cover adorned with intricate designs. "These are actually not mine, I came to return some books on behalf of my father, Cedric. He has an extensive collection on unlocking hidden potential in werewolves." Sera frowned. “Cedric? Uncle Cedric?.” “Yea you met?” “Yes, he’s lovely, very sweet and kind….. like you.” She confessed with a blush. Michael beamed at her. “You think I’m sweet?”

Michael cracked an innocent grin that hid the truth. He wasn't my supervisor, but more a messenger between the Almighty and myself, so here I was again, squaring off with him verbally, like many other occasions, when the Almighty sent his orders. His smooth to sharp features, deep eyes with white bleached waves perched on top of his head looked like the basic pretty boy pop idol. Forget the chiseled bodies that are portrayed in bringing you that rough manliness. Michael was lean, tall, and all smoothness of rolling snowy covered meadows. He was the first Angel I had met and taught me the basics of what an Others aura felt like, what most of them were. I forgot most of the information then an

Michael I had just finished taking my bath as I watched myself in the mirror, I looked at the new tattoo that magically formed on my torso because of Bashien, a protection barrier, not many people will be able to hurt me unless you are one of the Supremes. Speaking of the Supremes, my best friend Drax is probably pissed at us, but he will understand that he gave me the boost to wake up earlier than expected. "Hey, Draxon, it's me, Michael, I 'm sorry, I didn't know you would pass out," I linked him smiling at myself. He replied, "You are so dead Mikey, fuck, you know how bad I felt, jeez," before he laughed and said, "I'm still going to knock you into next week." Then there was this silence