Vampire Michael Jackson Novels & Stories

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.

They all met up near a pawn shop. "I think your brother must have skipped town, man, " began Matt, who was in a red leather jacket with its sleeves rolled up and classic black pants that ended with loafers. His hair was also redesigned to look more wavy and glossy and had explained to the others after they'd met earlier that he was Michael Jackson. He even went on to attempt a 'moon walk' dance. It was terrible. "So, you hypnotised and things went south, " Julia added, "I still don't quite get how he's possessed by a demon! "

I needed him to continue; I needed him to tell me everything. “I know what he is, Tessa,” my father shocked me again by saying. “What?” I asked, trying to steady my trembling hands by holding onto my fingers. “What are you talking about?” He met my eyes before he said, “I know that Joseph is a vampire.”

"...we can't find anyone here Sir." One of the vampires reported. The minute Blade heard that, he moved quickly towards Juliana's father — Michael, being extremely blood-thirsty, he bent Micheal's neck and with his elongated fangs, he sapped Michael's blood, groaning with delight and satisfaction. Michael, in those moments, began to jerk uncontrollably. He kept jerking until he gave up the ghost. Juliana kept her eyes fixed on each one of them and memorized their faces as she quit watching the video, erasing it from her email.

Michael grinned, his lips curling handsomely. "What are you doing at a vamp sex club?", I asked, tilting my head as I watched him warily. A human was only allowed into the club on two conditions. As a feeder or as an escort. Which was he? "I was just about to ask you that", Michael chuckled, his eyes glancing around nervously. Strange. What was he hiding? "You're a vamp", he said it like he was just recalling that fact and he needed to repeat it to his subconscious.

“Connor wants to kill him, too. At least he did once. That’s his cousin, the one he imprisoned.” “The one who is in love with you?” For some reason I blushed. But I had to say it. “I belong to your son. He bought me.” “You don’t have to explain. I’m happy he’s found the one at last.” She pressed my hand. Before I could ask what she meant by that, Hodges came out looking grim. “What happened?” I asked. “Let’s just say I didn’t realise the Lycan was part vampire.” Michaela put a trembling hand to her throat. “Are they – gone?”

Though someone may have complained about the lack of vitality. However, something unexpected hit Dante when one day, a woman came to his door with a child claiming that he was his father. There was no way that Dante would admit it because he didn't believe in women anymore when his mother left, not to mention the pure pleasure from fresh. But the DNA test left him speechless. The woman asked for quite a lot of money and left without any hesitation, she was soon gone again as if she never appeared. If it wasn't because of the child standing lively in front of him, Dante would consider all this as a dream, a nightmare. He tried to figure out how he and the woman had the child but all he got wa

– Michael bowed his head very politely as soon as he met the person he needed to ask for help. - Hello, you look a lot like your father. - You know my father? Peter gently nodded and motioned for Michael to sit at the table and drink tea. When the hot teapot was half empty, Peter gradually told Michael the old story clearly and thoroughly. It all started when a special police team led by Michael's late father received a confidential letter from a hematologist. He announced that he was holding a female vampire and was constantly followed by two other vampires. The hematologist asked for help and Michael's father contacted the group of vampire hunters who were staying at the foot of Dragon Mou

Zoe gasped, reaching up to paw at side of Michael's head. "Yeah, no problem," Michael leaned down and cocked his head to the side. Zoe's mouth clamped down right onto his jugular and she began to drink. Michael was lost in the eroticism that came with a Vampire's Bite that he soon forgot why he was in a rush to begin with. *

“It’ll be over quick. We have to get those abominations out of you.” Cathy’s arms wrapped protectively around her stomach. “They’re your grandchildren!” Mike’s face twisted. “They’re monsters, Cathy. But I can save you. I can make you strong.” He advanced—the knife steady in his grip. “I’ll cut them out, and then I’ll turn you before you die. You’ll be like me. Powerful, immortal.” Ice flooded Cathy’s veins. “Turn me? What are you talking about?” “We’ll be vampires together,” Mike’s eyes glittered with mad fervor. “No one will ever hurt us again. We’ll avenge your mother’s death.”