Antimatter Blues: A Mickey7 Novel Novels & Stories

I pulled the blanket tighter over my head, staring into the dark, and bit my lip again until it hurt. Then the door clicked open hesitantly. Even the hinges barely whispered. I didn’t move because I already knew who it was. Micah. He’d been so conscious of me lately—tip-toeing past my door like it might explode, speaking in these tiny, careful voices when he thought I could hear, never once barging in with his usual dinosaur-pajama energy or demanding I play lightsaber wars with him. The floorboards creaked once under his small bare feet. I heard the soft shuffle of his favorite blanket dragging behind him, the blue one with the little rockets he refused to give up even though it was getting

He couldn’t see how Amber could make anyone happy; he really couldn’t. But then again, he was the one with a half-blood in his bed, making him happy. He couldn’t judge anyone. “We’ve stopped too long. They are already starting to surround us,” Micah said as he settled in the driver’s seat and restarted the car. “Don’t worry about them. I’ll deal with them tonight. Let’s just get this shit over and done with.” And then he could get back to his mate and tell her she was either one of them or a menace to society that would be killed on the spot if anyone found out. Fun times.

When I reached the cliffs, I found them sleeping in strange formations—wolves twisted into unnatural shapes, curled beside carved bone totems and blood-lit candles. A few were muttering in their sleep. One said Elena’s name. Another said mine. I crept toward the largest tent, heart pounding, senses crackling with warning. Inside, I saw Malric. Alone. His back to me, standing before a small altar where seven blades floated in the air, each dripping crimson despite no hand touching them. He was chanting. I slipped inside quietly, keeping to the shadows. Then he spoke. “Come in, Silas. No need for games.”

He liked chubby she-wolves with huge tits and big asses. I grabbed a glass on my desk and threw it against the wall. If he was just using her as a fling I’d kill him. Then I’d be fucked cause I’d be losing one of my best men. “Easy killer, easy. I know Emilia said they might have eyes for each other. But if their wolves feel that way, shit … you know as well as I do there ain’t much we can do about that,” Mickey said, falling into the couch. “Are we barbarians now? Just throwing things,” mother said, standing in the doorway to the library and taking in the glass on the floor.

Unfortunately the price for it was very high and had ended and destroyed many lives. We left the administration wing behind Anton in silence and marched across the area to a further set back building that looked very similar to the first one. Of course, Reese lit a cigarette, as soon as he was outdoors and only because he didn't let go of my hand, I realized that his thoughts were on me and the upcoming encounter. He probably feared that I would freak out or try to shoot them. Unfortunately I had to admit that I was no stranger to this idea. I had no idea what it would be like to face these proles. Maybe it left me completely cold.

I found a book that seemed nice and pulse-racing, Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts. I took it off the shelf and looked back at Ashton who was now holding Jack in his hands. I went to the till and paid for the book. We then went out of the shop and headed to the car park. When we got to the car park, I got in and took Jack from Ashton to remove him from the cover and place him back on the stand. It was around 5:30 pm so we still had some time before heading home. Ashton read that from my mind and then he went around the car, got in and sat on the seat next to mine.

“The best, largest pack in all the world. One that every other pack will be envious of, for no other pack can claim to be born of the stars and moon… a once in a blue moon pack.” “A once in a blue moon pack…” I said, thoughtfully repeating Rem’s words. I had thought about using stars in the pack's name. Though Blue Moon seemed fitting too. I couldn’t help but beam a bright smile down at Rem happily. “Thanks, babe, I think I just figured out our pack name,” I cooed at him. Rem’s lips twitched upwards into a smile. “Blue Moon Pack? I like it,” he chimed, seeming happy with my choice as well. “I’m sure our pack will like it, too. Even if you skip out the star part.”

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

She argued that with vampirism, witchcraft, and senses of werewolves combined, we will be indestructible. “Niklaus was made with witch powers! Powerful with powers at that! And you think a bite from him would produce the same results?” Lucianna screamed once again, seeking for the attention to be diverted to her. I hid my claws when I saw my aunt averted her gaze to my cousin, Lucianna. I immediately sat beside Natyaramona and assisted her into standing up. Her breaths were heavy and sharp, panting and almost begging for the last of it.

memories. Just like his memories with Fin Naese. “They ran out of nachos, I hope you don’t mind garlic bread for the appetizer,” Mikey said, interrupting his thoughts. Anton didn’t say a word but he only nodded. He couldn’t trust himself to say anything. “Hey, Anton, I know you hate us for everything that happened to you and I don’t blame you.” “I don’t hate you, Mikey,” Anton said, shaking his head. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”