Micah Bell Novels & Stories

Elliott maintained a composed demeanor as he started the ignition. "Micah was already facing numerous charges—bribery and corruption—so he would have been apprehended soon regardless. Clifford would never be so reckless as to personally kill him." Seraphine scrolled further down the news article and found a video attached to it. She gasped in disbelief, saying, "It turned out that Mitchell shoved him down the stairs during a confrontation. Micah might struggle to stand up after merely tripping due to his size.

I say smiling. " Trust me I'm on it " she says and I choke on my nuggets. " Violent slut " Jay says and savannah punches his arm and we all laugh. " Dove Callum and Shawn Harris please report to the principal's office " the audio monitor sounds and I groan before getting up.

Even Mitchell himself was beaten up so badly that he had bruises all over his face. At that moment, he was pathetically kneeling on the ground and looked utterly miserable. He had only realized that he'd met a tough opponent the moment he was punched. His opponent was not afraid of violence at all, nor did they care when he begged for mercy! Helpless, Mitchell could only call his Helen for help. Meanwhile, outside of the bar, more than a dozen cars had driven over from different directions. "Ms. Helen, this is Mr. Micah Stone. He's a master-level expert. Mason went to great lengths to invite him over from another state just recently," Clement pointed to a middle-aged man with a squarish face

"I'm not backing off now, not when we've actually got a real shot at ending this before it costs anyone else their life." A pause settled over the room, and then, to everyone's visible surprise, including his own, Micah spoke up. "I'll go too." Every head turned toward him this time, and I watched something almost sheepish cross his face at the attention, like he hadn't fully expected the words to come out of his own mouth either. "What," he said, defensive now, catching the surprise on everyone's faces. "I've got good instincts for this kind of thing. Tracking, staying quiet, getting in and out without drawing attention. I did it before, remember, following that scent trail to the property

Beneath Black Hollow Micah stepped out of the trees slowly, hands raised. His eyes flicked over each of them John, Sarah, David, Daniel pausing just long enough to make it clear this wasn’t their first time being watched. “You don’t know what you woke up, do you?” he said. John didn’t flinch. “Depends on who’s asking.” “Name’s Micah. Born in Black Hollow. Escaped it before it ate me like it did the others.”

He asks me and I shake my head. “There a lot of people that dislike me a lot but not so much that they would actually do this.” I say as I try to think of someone who would want to ruin my life. My mom? No, I don’t think so. “Umm how about someone who has been obsessed with you over the years?” I shake my head again. Thankfully I’ve never had crazy fans. “A man named Richard Walts was kind of obsessed with her. Maybe you can check up on him.” Jake tells him as the officer writes down the name and details.

I growled, snarled, trying to pull against the restraints. “I’m sorry, dear little bird. But we had our fun and now it’s over.” I felt the air grow cold. Micah was taking deep breaths and I felt him summoning a power. My eyes went wide as I realized, he was over 1000 years old. He had a power and he was just fucking with me this own damn time. I pulled harder against the silver wraps. Tried to pull them out of the ground. My breath was ragged as I kept pulling, aware that Bryan was holding back Logan from helping me. I glared at Micah, who had his arm out, his finger pointing at me. He took one more deep breath and I heard a deep boom. Closing my eyes, I waited for the impact.

Callum clips mics on us, and takes his seat. The photographer sets up the lights again in this room, mounts his video camera and when Callum nods at him, we begin. Questions are thrown at us, questions we mostly prepped for, of course. “The reason I’m out here giving this statement is because of the comments and negativity thrown our way,” Micah says. “I do not appreciate my wife’s name or my name dragged through the mud. Stefan lost a good thing, and it’s not any of our faults.” Callum nods at me, signifying it’s my cue to speak.

Damn, even furious, she was something else. My phone buzzed again. This time it was Micah. The name on the screen felt like a knife twisting in my chest. Hesitantly, I answered. “Rhett,” Micah's voice came from the line. “What's up?” I sighed. “Good. You? How's business going for you?” “It's been hell here. I just can't wait till this so-called event is over and return bsck.” I arched a brow. “Event? What event?”

Cole asks. “Lumen.” “For real?” “Yeah, once.” “You gay, bro?” Micah lifts his gaze, blue eyes wide behind thick-rimmed glasses. He looks a little like a lost puppy, and I feel that same tug in my chest from when he first joined the team. The urge to protect him, even though he probably doesn’t need it. “It’s a spa, isn’t it?” he says. “I went there to relax. They have saunas and pools and shit.”