Killing Mickey Mouse Novels & Stories

“But now he is down.” Every word hit me like a blade. Kael leaned forward slightly, his eyes burning with possessive triumph. “In his next life, he will not take what is mine.” I froze. The world around me seemed to pause. Those were the exact words written in the short note found beside Mich’s body. Kael killed him. I felt my throat tighten and my eyes sting. A single tear escaped, rolling down my cheek. I wiped it away quickly before Kael could notice. “Can you eat now?” he asked casually.

The city woke the next morning to chaos. News headlines exploded with speculation. The celebration of new leadership was overshadowed by a single, haunting question: *Who killed Ethan Cross?* His body was taken for examination, and within days, the answer surfaced—poison. Not accidental. Not natural. Intentional. Lisha was left shattered. Confusion clung to her like a shadow. She replayed the night over and over, searching for something she had missed. He had been fine. He had been smiling. He had been alive.

Mike just took the coffee without looking at Jake. "What are you thinking now?" Jake asked again. Mike shook his head, but his gaze conveyed anger. "Don't think that you will face this alone!" Jake reassured. "If he is indeed a vampire, then we have to think of a way to kill him. Should we consider using silver or holy water to kill him? I think we should think about this." Mike said, turning to Jake to reassure him. Jake immediately smacked his lips and shook his head. "Do you want to kill him? We have to catch him!" Jake objected, rejecting the idea.

She stood in front of the dining table, absent-mindedly refilled Blair's milk cup. "Drink more milk; it's good for you." "Okay." Blair finished his sandwiches and peeled an egg for Mable before picking up the cup of milk. Mable sat opposite him, nervously watching Blair's movements, her hands clenched into fists on her knees. Blair looked at the milk in the cup but did not drink it immediately. After a while, he spoke slowly, "Mabes, the best way to kill someone is with a gun."

Mick became even more mortified when he heard that and immediately said, "Damn it! I'm going to kill him if he so much as lays a finger on a strand of her hair!" Menkel frowned and said, "Aren't you supposed to kill him whether or not he touched your daughter before?" Mick was a little embarrassed after being called out. "I'm going to kill him either way, but if he touches my daughter, I'll torture him severely before I kill him so he dies in the worse way possible!"

Her high-pitched voice sends chills down my back. I glared at her and grimaced. “Yes, I have,” I shouted as I threw a sphere of water toward her. Marco moved in front of it to protect Millicent. It hits his chest, knocking him back slightly. It is at that point that I observe directly who holds the strings and who dances to their tune. Regardless, he was the one who killed Aunt Jo. I get a thrill knowing I hit him directly and that it was hard. Using my hands, I throw more balls of water at the pair. With every sphere I throw, I move toward the pair. As I get closer, I know the impact will intensify.

Only needs a hint of sulphur. Mikey throws his hand up, indicating Caden shouldn’t speak. “You don’t need to know the specifics of shit. Dad told ya to kill him. Be a good little lad and make it so,” Mikey snarls, taking his tooth pick and flicking it. Just like he always does, Mikey takes me from calm to flaming pissed off in a matter of seconds. Since I can’t exactly kill him, I teleport myself home and immediately begin pacing. When it's evident I’m going to wear a hole in the floor, I shoot off a text to Declan and ask him to come over. He’s there within a minute, and praise the Goddess… He’s got some intel for me.

My face was screwed up in pain as I swatted away his feeble attempts at attacking me. I could feel him trying to gather the power again. But it was a weakness. It took too long and it was not good for someone who was moving. I ducked under his defense and tore at his leg. He dropped down to one knee and just as he managed to try and shoot whatever the hell his power was at me, my claws dug into his skull. Standing there, my claws imbedded into his forehead, Micah’s power dissipated. Pulling my hand out, I quickly took out a knife and jammed it into his chest, his form disappearing in my hands as he turned to ash.

screamed Mickey. “No, you’re putting words in your own mouth!” Then, at the cusp of it all, Mickey Conan finally broke down crying and screamed at the top of his lungs. “FUCK IT! FINE! I KILLED CHRISTIE!” A drizzle of awkwardness and contempt and awe fell down on them like a thunder cloud. Isaac’s jaws gaped open in a state of shock. Not one time did he expect this in his hundreds of analyses. Mickey started crying like a sprinkler on a lawn. His cheeks were damp and sweat and tears mixed up. He finally spilled the beans.

"O-of course I do. But don't worry, you won't need the second bullet. I'll be done with you the first time. The second one is for my brother." "How good is your aim? Are you sure you can kill me with a single shot? Because now that I know I'm going to die, I want it to be on a single shot." I knew I was playing a childish game and risking my life in it but it was the only option I had. Thankfully Mike was dumb enough to fall for my tricks.