Superbook Michael Novels & Stories

"That's beyond ordinary, Harlow. That's not safe; it's extremely dangerous. No one- not one creature - should be that powerful." The surprise was filling her mind; Harlow had no idea what Michael was capable of, so much information was being thrown around that she didn't know what was true and what wasn't. It sounded too unreal, almost like she was asleep and having a terrible nightmare. Michael and his siblings could make someone's blood boil? Or read peoples thoughts; that shit didn't happen, and it wasn't real. What's next? Do pigs fly also? 'I swear if I see a pig fly, I'm about to lose it.'

I almost gasped at how good it was "you like it? I was a bit skeptical " he said taking the spoon from my hand, his hands roughly brushing mine as he took a scope and had a bite, maybe I am just weird but that was so attractive to me, the idea of sharing spoons is just too intimate for my head and I couldn't ignore the fact he was now sitting very close to me as he continued to scope the cake "You can actually make money if you become a chief," I said while he nodded "I know, I'm actually very good at many things"

How was Galbraith to believe that, especially when Michael was known for something else. “It’s your own problem if you choose not to believe me. I have told you exactly why I am here. Anyway, I am leaving now. The room you offered me is in that part of the building, isn’t it?” Michael stated as he stretched lazily and stood up. “Erm, Sir Michael, about that. You see the elders would-” Galbraith hastily tried to stop Michael from leaving, but the angel was already out the door before the Crowned Lion King could blink, showing off his impressive speed that surpassed even the peak of the Lion King tribe!

Earnestine said. “Mummy.” Michaela said running towards her mother. She was beautiful. Sabrina squatted and they embraced each other. “Hey, this is your aunt Earnestine. Introduce yourself.” “Hey, aunt. I'm Michaela Brentford. I'm four years old and I'm the most powerful witch existing.” Michaela said. “Yikes, I didn't teach you that.” Sabrina said getting up while Earnestine took Michaela's arms and they walked into the kitchen.

“Yeah, tall handsome gold eyes and glowing tattoo on his neck short dreads looks like a Michael B Jordan doppelganger from Black panther.” “Wow that’s Asin alright but he’s normally not so…” “Homicidal, destructive, pervy?” I ask still a little pissed about my apartment and car. She winces at my questions. “Yeah, I can definitely see why he was moping like a little puppy when he got here especially if Ra was able to land a lucky punch and bust his lip kind of sucks to lose to your little brother.” “Little brother he’s older than Ra?”

Which person in this world would say that he or she forgot to answer because of his or her crush. Not me. I’m not that shameless. “Thank God. I thought that you were sick.” Miss Solon took a breath of relief. I could already find the people around me silently smiling at my foolishness. Oh Whatever… You can say that I’m a fool and all. “I was asking you to say hi to Blake Anderson, your idol and his crewmates.” Miss Rucia continued her words, giving me a little surprise… Blake is an idol? I glanced at him while blinking my eyes a few times.

At the same night, master was sleeping in his room. Chenguang and Zhang Wei silently entered the room. They started to find the book. "What are you two finding dear?" Suddenly, Master Qiang wake up. Chenguang and Zhang Wei scared to see their master. "Oh no! I told you Zhang Wei." Chenguang said with fear. But Zhang Wei didn't listen to him. Suddenly he saw a book next to the master. He attacked his master with a knife and took the book from there.

"And practice makes perfect. A certain brilliant Alpha Scholar told me that once." Micheal leaned back down, bracing himself with his hands and sliding down until he took Miles completely in. "Oh fuck," Miles groaned. "Yes, Micheal..." The combination of the heat and the sensation was driving him to the edge. After a few intense moments, Micheal pulled away, catching his breath as he sat up. "Now, Professor, it's time for breakfast." "What?" Miles asked, sounding genuinely lost. He wasn't ready for the fun to stop. "Drink your moonbrew," Micheal insisted.

his son said, placing a hand on his shoulder. He looked at his son, a young boy already taller and more striking than he was. “Father, there is nothing to fear. The full moon will grant us the energy we need while we’re there. We’re stronger when it fully reveals itself,” said Prince Zumir. They both closed their eyes, and within seconds, Supreme Atcandis found himself standing on the moon beside his son. They floated slightly, and he smiled as his son held him tightly. Beneath them, the planets glowed in various colors and sizes.

The man stopped speaking as his throne was tossed backwards by a massive blow. "I suppose you think you'll be able to do that, do you?" Michael growled. The goons drew their guns and fired, but Michael had seen this stuff in 'The Matrix' and there was not much different between a computer simulation and a dream. The bullets slowed to a stop feet away from him and hung in the air, spinning gently. Michael swept his hand out in a long arc and one of the goons flanking the spilled throne jerked violently sideways. He crumpled into a heap, his head at an odd angle on his neck.