Kenny Mccormick Mysterion Novels & Stories

When I come to the part where I’m with Sarah after the ball, in bed together, feeling the mate bond ignite between us, Kenna closes her eyes and shakes her head. “She was trying to keep you safe from Gabriel.” “I know,” I reply with great effort. “I know what she is,” Kenna breathes. She looks at Evander, her eyes dark and looming with grief. “She’s a mystic.” Evander’s brows pinch together at the same moment I shift forward, confused. “No… that can’t be right. Mystics aren’t just–out here, living normal lives. They’re only in Moonrise. They’ve only ever been in Moonrise.”

the man said as he stole glances at a still blushing Bell. Mystique's eyes widened for the second time as she realized who the man was. "You are Damien's brother!" The man chuckled, showing off his white teeth. "Little brother would never call me brother but am Wang Haikuan, you can call me Dr. Theo. Welcome to the crazy family, Miss Mystique Miller" Mystique smiled. "Just Mystique is fine and the blushing one is my friend, Isabelle" Mystique introduced and Bell's head jerked up at the mention of her name.

Alaric. "You may go now!" He told her as he continued his teachings while she nodded and left for her seat which was at the extreme of the class. Close to The Freaks. Mr. Alaric continued teaching as she brought out her drawing book and started drawing. After their history class, they had 2 other classes and it was lunch break. . . So guys, let me introduce you to the crew called "The Freaks" Their names are, Elena Gilbert, Alex Bennett, Laura Saltzman and Peter Parker. And by Peter Parker, I don't mean the spider man. Just Peter Parker of Mystic Hollow. Don't forget these names.

"Don't worry, I won't tell Jeremy because I CARE." "I thought you hate me. Why don't you just tell him?" He sighs. "Jeremy is just Scrooge McDuck to me, but you're Nemesis. A goddess. YOU ARE MY SISTER." "Watch out because you may live Narcissus's fate." My tone is a little bitter. I still can't clear my heart from all his wrongdoings, and pass all his fucked up actions that sullied every good childhood brother-and-sister type of memory and every good feeling for him.

Layla rolled her eyes once more. She had just confessed to her friends that she was held at knifepoint by a junkie weirdo and all they wanted to do was talk about her kissing a biker. "His name is Marrok," she admitted. "Marrok Kenneally." "Marrok Kenneally, what a strange name for a biker," said Amy trying to recall any bikers she'd ever heard of with that name. "What's his club name?" "The Howler M.C. I think," replied Layla thinking back to Brick and his impressive patches.

“That Mac is very important to us. That’s the only way to get rid of him. He keeps his day-to-day information in it. Once I get it I’ll wipe out all of our information.” “What do you mean?” “I want you to steal his Mac and hand it to me.” “You want me to steal his Mac?” “I know you won’t do this. It’s okay. I’ll find another way to get rid of him.” “I’m doing this,” I said without thinking twice. “If this is the only way to save your life. I’m going to do this.” *********

Angry at the world, angry with everyone. ...... As I slept on the cell, I had a dream. In the dream, there was the Mysterious guy. He was saying something to me. He told me that I don't belong here. I belong to a place, far from Earth. He told me he lived there and will be waiting for me. "Who are you?" I asked. "My name is Alec but if you get there, call me Prince Alec." "Come with your she'll, I'll be waiting for you" he said and disappeared.

She nervously looked at Alex as her face turned pale. At this time, several people were suspended in mid-air in the night sky outside. There were three of them: a woman and two men. The woman was the same woman who spoke to Spencer previously and promised that she would guarantee the completion of the mission. Whereas, the long lance belonged to the blood-boiled man next to her. “Eh, Alex Rockefeller?” “Shouldn’t that brat be at Flying Eagle Academy? Why is he here?” The woman was Margaret Monroe. Her cultivation base was very high, and she was a Profound Mystic expert!

“Oh my God, it even has my name on it!” “What does?” I asked, searching around the bed until I found the cufflinks I was sure someone had already picked out for me. Maybe Polly. Or Ike himself. I really hoped it had been Polly. “This huge make-up case! Well, I mean, it has my initials. Kind of. It has ‘MKM,’” she said, opening the case and taking items out to look at them. “I’m not sure what the other ‘M’ is…?” “‘McKenzie Kent/Killeen Masterson,’” I deduced.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I