Vampire Michael Jackson Novels & Stories

" Damn...Are you always so dominant and rude… Michael?" " Michael made a threatening step but the guy only looked up and smiled. "Who. Are. You?" He growled very low in his throat and the grin on the blonde's face widened. "I'm Jesse." A wider smile reached the blue eyes. "I work for Richard. I'm the gang's werewolf." Michael frowned and he realized his hold around the guy’s wrist had relaxed. "Why? " Jesse tilted his head, " Did you think you were the only werewolf in the group?"

The music blasted through the living room and everyone enjoyed the music, including me, of course. Every once in a while, I would check up on the boys, making sure that they were having enough drinks. I want them all to get wasted tonight, including Alex, which was the only way for me to sneak inside his office room. "Do vampires even get drunk?" I asked Elena, who laughed before nodding, her dance moves already getting sloppy. "Special wine darling! Vervain or some shit mixed, I don't know!" she giggled before walking up to James and grinding her back against him. She's definitely drunk

Everyone did. I hadn’t heard anyone say anything, yet all the vampires had instinctively known to freeze. I didn’t know why… until I heard the sound of steady footsteps approaching. They were coming from the direction of the stage. I turned my head, watching blearily as a figure dressed in all black approached. The vampires around me faced the stranger and lowered their heads in reverence. Nearby, Sophia pushed Lucy forward. “Vampire Duke Damien,” Sophia said. “This is the tribute you asked for.”

" he enquired. "Jackson's a sensitive person, baby. He's...delicate, and he's kind and bubbly and outgoing. He's like a...a Golden Retriever." Michael and I shared a laugh. "He's just amazing. And Jackson also likes simple stuff. Like...retelling paranormal stories and his theories, even though he doesn't read much. I think it's safe to say that he believes that there's a...different species out there." Michael snorted. "One that is a wolfman that can get pregnant." He rolled his eyes. "Still traumatized about that,"

They settled on the floor with her head on his shoulder; this time, with no headrest. "I think I've read up to half of it," she told him, skimming through the pages. The book was quite thick. "The vampire lord and his immortal empress," he read out the subtitle, "I thought they were both immortals?" "Yes but he was a vampire and though vampires can live forever, they can be killed but she, she was blessed by the moon goddess and so, she couldn't be killed. Whenever she is killed, she just wheezes back to life," she explained.

“Adrian… tell me.” He swallowed hard. Night clung to him like a second skin—Jenna’s death, Jason’s pursuit, the ritual still boiling in his veins. But none of that weighed on him the way Emily’s gaze did. She looked at him with fear and courage tangled together, a look that told him she was willing to hear everything, even if it broke her. Adrian exhaled, long and shaky. “Jason,” he began quietly, “isn’t just another vampire. He’s a pureblood. One of the oldest. One of the strongest. One who sees humans as ingredients, not people.”

"But why did you help me?" Dr. James asked. Michael pushed Nicolas body out of he's way then face Dr. James with frown face and said to him that... "I did not help you! I only helped myself and my friends so, lead me to the Monster's chamber I need to have a word with him." Dr. James laughed and told Micheal not to try it because, Monster is a vampire and he might killed Michael if he found out that zombies resist Micheal's blood, that will be the worst part because he want the world to continue like this.

"I know for a fact she isn't here. Oh by the way you've never mentioned once how were your activities with Belle. Satisfying enough?" "What occurred between me and Belle was and is still none of your business. " I replied cooly. He clicked his tongue shaking his head. "See brother, this is the reason why you feel so lonely. You don't talk to me anymore. Wish us luck!" **** Michael sits against the car casually, eyes closed the appearance of having been asleep. I know he's anything but. A vappire chosen by my father and previously his own right hand, I bet he had seen his own fair share of blood and gore.

snapped Damon . " Woah that's gonna be freaking cool .....I am gonna be vampire ...i'll have superpowers i can do anyhting i want to ...woah ." said Jackson excitedly . " Haaha ha and then you are going to burn in the sun and turn into ashes within the seonds you transform because there are no witches around and even if we find one none of them would be willing to help a vampire . howver ven then if you guys find out a slotion i myslef is going to the honour of tearing you into peices and grabbing your heart out saving you from an eternity of misery and i am sure you'll be thankful to me when you become a ghost because being a vampire is miserable . So better just saty safe untill my blood i

“This can’t be true.” “Well.” Austin walks closer to me. I spot a stick lying close to me, and I rush to it, grabbing it then making my way to my feet. “Stay away from me.” I point the stick towards Austin. “Really, Crissy? Do you think a stick would stop me?” Austin looks at me, confused. “Yes, when I stab you in the heart.” My hands start to shake. “That is only true with vampires.” Michael joins the conversation. “There are vampires too?” I say, holding my head.