Epic Mickey Blot Novels & Stories

“Okee dokee. Off we go, then.” As Mick leaves the parking lot, I pull out a Slim Jim and dangle it in front of his face. It stays stiffly out in front of his nose for a few seconds but then starts to bow down, going limp in my hand. I bounce it a few times for effect and it taps his nose. “Want one?” He takes it from me, smiling just before he rips off a big chunk with his teeth. “Don’t mind if I do.”

Mikey curses and looks around but I guess the coast is clear because he slips in and closes the door behind him, "I need you to make my face bleed somehow. Punch me hard." "What?" He asks, looking at me like I'm the biggest weirdo. Mikey is the slowest one, but he always does what I ask, "Fine, I guess..." He gets his fist ready and I brace myself, but right before he goes to punch me, he stops and grabs his rifle. "I think this is going to be easier," he says and takes it off the sling. I don't think he wants to shoot me, so I lift an eyebrow as I watch him turn it around to hit me with the back of it, "Bring your face closer."

“Lucy is cute though.” "You have some fetish with the alphabet 'L'?" he muttered, a smirk playing on his lips as he glanced at Olivia. His words laced with a touch of sarcasm as he leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. Olivia sat upright, giving him a look of annoyance. She pointed her fork towards him, her eyes flashing with a fiery intensity that dared him to continue speaking. "You shut up, dimwit," she shot back. Micah's smirk widened, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "You know I work for the mafia, right?" he continued, his voice low. "I can shoot-"

Mike felt ridiculous scratching a leafy vine as thick as his wrist, but the plant seemed to like it. Mike grabbed a pair of orange sodas from the fridge and some plated sandwiches he had made earlier. Walking out front, he approached the goblin from behind. She was bent over, trying to get a stubborn board to lay where she wanted it. He gave her butt a playful slap, which caused her to drop the board on the deck with a clatter.

“Go down the hallway and make a right on the first door. There’s an én-suite bathroom in there. Help yourself.” Colin gives us both a grateful nod and walks clumsily down the hallway favoring his bruised ribs. Micah turns back to me with a raised brow. “Do you have time for me now, Dr. McDreamy?” I roll my eyes at his attempt at humor and take his hands in mine to lead him to Colin’s now vacant stool. “Have a seat,” I whisper with a gentle nudge toward the stool. Micah takes a seat on the stool and sighs. My mouth waters at the sight of his muscular chest and intricate tattoos. Unlike Colin, Micah’s chest is untouched. Other than a slight bruise on his jaw and a cut in his mouth, he looks fi

“We’ve a wee problem up our way. Someone’s been pokin’ their nose where it doesnae belong. Sound familiar?” Paddy’s gaze flicked to Mickey, and that was all Declan needed. He grabbed Paddy by the shirt, yanked him halfway across the table, and growled, “We can do this fast or slow. Pick one.” Mickey raised his hands like he was trying to calm a wild dog. “I-I don’t know his name, swear it! But I’ve seen him. Comes in wi’ big talk, flashin’ money like it’s nothin’. Said he’s got info on… on you lot.”

Elisa saw something similar in a movie, so she knew what it was. Mikey laid out a line of coke on the table and snorted it in one go. Gerald followed right after. Mikey looked at Elisa and smiled. "Wanna hit, babygirl?" "No, she doesn't need it," Gerald interjected. "She can answer for herself, can't she?" Mikey glared at Gerald and winked at Elisa. "N...no...I don't want any," she stammered. "What's with the stutter? It's not gonna kill you. It'll make you feel great so just try it," Mikey insisted.

Blondie and the three other thugs were also among them, visibly trembling with fear as their foreheads and palms dripped with sweat. "Blondie! You and the three of you, get your *sses over here!" Mickey shouted at them with a frown. He wanted to kill them right then and there. "Right away, sir," the four of them replied in trembling voices. Blondie, in particular, had wet his pants out of fear, a warm stream flowing down his thighs as they approached Dante reluctantly. Mickey unceremoniously slapped each of them in the face, leaving their ears ringing. He then walked behind them and delivered a forceful kick to their knees. The sounds echoed with four, and they were forced to kneel on the gr

"Who? Melania?" Micah looked around the area they stopped in. There was no one in sight. He felt Roman might have been going mad. The Blue Moon was making him miss his mate something fierce. There was no way she could be alive. Melania was dead. It was something he had come to terms with already. Then he spotted it a few yards away, and so did Roman. A blur of white fur darting into the trees. Micah couldn't believe his eyes. Was that…?

"He's an odd little runt, isn't he, Mickey. Never would have had him down for a Goth." Feeling itchy, I scratch at my scalp. "No, me neither. Not sure about the sunlight either. I think that one might crumble to dust if it touched her." "Here..." Hickman slides a tumbler containing an amber inch across the bar-top. "I ordered another when I saw you over there. Malt okay?" "Sure, Thanks." Smooth heat slides down my throat. Okay doesn't do it justice and my genitalia re-emerge from hiding. "I assume we're here for the same reason? I came looking for Mickey to catch the gossip."