Vampire Michael Jackson Novels & Stories

But I only ever dismissed all of those as hearsay, some old lore people told for entertainment. And yet here was I, staring right into the eyes of a vampire. “Vampire…” was all that I managed to croak out despite the jungle of thoughts that swam through my head. He reached out a hand, and I watched in horror as he did so, until his knuckles gently grazed across my cheekbone. His smile widened, “Yes, indeed I am.”

he called him. He avoided the girl's staring by making a noise and calling him. He brushed his hair as his hobby. "I'm sorry, where was I?" he smiled awkwardly. "Oh, yes, I remember. I'm explaining the game." "One person is secretly assigned the killer role for each round of play, perhaps by giving each player a playing card that indicates if they are the murderer. The murderer murders other players by winking at them, just like in the prior iterations. If a player is winked at, they have to count aloud to five, act as though they just passed out, and then either leave the playing area or lie on the ground where they died."

"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.

His voice was no longer cheerful as it used to be he was scared as hell . " I wanna know something first ...how did I recovered in minutes .....what ....what did you do to .......you ......you made me drink something .....what was it ....I can't remember properly ....."said Jackson looking at Damon . "Arghhh well I made you drink my blood. "said Damon . "What ....what the bloody hell ." Exclaimed Jackson shocked . " I am a vampire ...end of the topic no more question ." Said Damon smirking . "What ...vampire .....I can't believe ....I can't believe ....vampires aren't real right ,you

“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.

He flinched back and now it was my turn to grin. Served him right! “Let me see you, my dear,” the doctor said in an unsettling, calm manner. I screamed again, for them to leave me alone. But instead, the doctor moved closer. A cold shiver made my blood freeze. My heart dropped and my stomach turned into a tight knot. What-what was…?! “HEY!” I heard Michael growl. “GET. OFF. HER!!!” “Down boy,” the King calmly replied. From the corner of my eye, I saw Michael double over in pain with the vampire standing above him. “Or I’ll fish that bullet back out of your stomach!”

“Pfft, look blood sucker, I don’t think you recognize me, which I take as an insult, but will let it slide, this time.” This time Zin looked confused and I explained, “Michael is a pop idol, though he mostly works oversea, he took a break to help me.” The vampire nodded, “I see, then my apologies. I tend to listen to more classic and refined music, though I am sure you do very well in your area of entertainment.” “Did you just insult me, or was that actually a compliment?” My giggling turned into full out laughter, Reggie was almost in a tight hug and Cash’s life was safe. At that moment, I was grateful.

he compels you, and obediently against your will, you took a seat. “I heard of your kind,” you said, anger on your face because he compelled you. “I am king Michael. Vampire king,” he says and holds out his hand to you. “I am prehistoric.” You gather that he wants to drink from you. One thing you learned when prehistoric vampires came onto the scene is that they like the taste of lycan werewolves. You put out your palm to him, but before he could take your hand, you retract. “Promise you will help me escape if I let you drink from me.”

The air felt thick with old magic. “Out! Now!” Sorin yelled, kicking his door open. Edwin carried me out, running toward the ruins. Behind us, the pursuing cars slammed to a halt. Doors flew open. At least six vampires spilled out, eyes glowing red. “Give us the hybrid!” one shouted. Sorin spun around, cracking his neck. “Come take her, assholes.” Edwin set me down behind a crumbling stone wall. “Stay here. Promise me.” “Clark, your shoulder—”