Vampire Michael Jackson Novels & Stories

Polished wood hoops and matching bracelet rounded out the ensemble. Monica told me a long time ago that Vampires didn't have to brush their teeth because they didn't get tooth decay, but I'm here to tell you that a diet of blood doesn't leave the breath very fresh. I have heard that many vamps haven't bathed in years. But me, I do it all. I take a bath, brush my teeth, and wear deodorant. I hurried out to find Paul. He was sitting in the family room with the ladies, and it looked as if they were having a party. There were empty plates of food, and the stereo was playing some hard driving rock and roll.

“Yes. But only if you would like to tell me.” He returned my smile with a timid one of his own. “Michael was a good friend. But he was changed, that night, in more ways than the obvious one. The vampire that visited him was full of strange ideas – stories, myths, and legends. There was one in particular that drove him to change us. The Legend of the Bloodstone Vampyre.” Both of our legs began to swing beneath us again, in perfect synchronisation, swishing like knives through the grey fog.

“I can’t believe this, and now they have you, this is not going to end well for me.” “For you?” Jade snapped. “They are going to murder me in front of the Council!” “What are you talking about? They cannot do that you’re the Queen.” “Oh no,” Michael said appearing. “I know her secret. You see you messed up the ritual, she had the powers of the Queen, the Queen was just a voice nothing more.” He said walking over to Gage.” He looked at Jade. “You should have known to take a spawn of a vampire is a big no-no, it was a red flag. What were you thinking?”

I growled into the phone, and he replied with a guffaw. "Wow, Noah, you're a funny man, you're still ordering me instead of you to beg me to release your mate. You're not ready at all. I'll send you a video after this call, I'm sure you'll enjoy watching it. It's the same thing you did to my Oliver." He hung up. Oliver, who the hell was Oliver, the name sounded familiar. "Do you know an Oliver, Michael?" I asked him. He shook his head. " I'll ask the vampire I brought, I'll also ask Caleb, he remembers more about people we come across." The vampire Michael had found was completely useless, he knew of Adrian but had never met him, we kept him, in case we needed information about vampires.

Victoria, sobbing, said. Jamima was taken aback; she had not expected Victoria to handle everything so easily. I had grossly underestimated her power of persuasion. After all, she is a vampire, so manipulation is in her blood, Jamima reasoned.

"Vampires are no threat to humans and vice versa. And now I want the world to know that my son Jairus Ezekiel is also a half Human and half vampire." No one uttered anything. Maybe the world was now agree and accepting this change. Michael smiled upon his victory. "His mother and my wife REMORA EZEKIEL was a royal blood vampire." He stressed and said her name out loud. A media person questioned. "Then sir who is your current wife with whom you secretly married ? And where is Mrs. Remora ?" Michael knew how to answer this question. And he was waiting, he chuckled.

Jason said, urgency in his voice. “That is not good. I knew we should have killed Samuel,” Lena says. “Half of my pack's adults are already at the council, hiding out nearby and we have confirmation that Bianca is still alive,” Jason says. Michael approached them, “hi, I am Michael.” “Jason,” the young adult looking no older than twenty with brown hair and golden-brown eyes introduce himself, looking over at Lena. “He is a natural-born vampire like Vincent,” Lena said, referring to her brother that was killed by a hunter and the reason for her revenge.

Screams echoed throughout the cave. Michael took over when I got bored. He slit the vampire's femoral artery. “In about six minutes give or take your going to bleed out. Answer her questions, and I'll heal the wound.If not well, I make sure no one can ever find you. You’ll go mad with hunger forever.” “What do you want to know?” The vampire said in a hoarse cry, “Ah, so you do want to live vampire?” “The questions, what are the questions?” He asked impatiently, “What is your name? And who sent you? “ “My name is Adrian. No one sent me. I felt compelled to be here like something was pulling me here drawing me here.” “ Michael heal him please and thank you, Adrian,” Michael did as I asked of h

“Why can’t he just step out of the car!” Vivian shouted loud enough for Ichabod to hear. “I told you darling! He is a fucking Vampire that’s why!” Michael mumbled into Harmony’s ears as he held her around the neck, ignoring her whimper of pain. Harmony was coughing. She kept holding on to Michael’s hand which was around her throat. Vivian was freaking out and Ichabod was looking at them… Why was he not doing anything?

She nodded and smiled. “Any last words, Hercules?” Jake asked with a smirk on his face. Hercules grinned. “Yes, your nastiness—hhe looked around and laughed—fuck you,” everyone gasped. "Hercules,” I whispered harshly. He turned and smiled at me. “Guess what? Michael is here,” he said. My eyes widened. “Where?” I spun around. Suddenly the doors were yanked open, and Michael walked in, dragging a dead beta of the Vivian Pack.