Mick Supernatural Novels & Stories

“I gave him something to ease the pain… it’s a hallucination drug I found in Victor’s lab. I heard the doctors saying it’s used to create the image of a fantasy world… but his brain doesn’t know he’s dreaming… I… I didn’t expect your minds would be connected through the drug… I’m sorry; I should have just given you… sleeping pills or something.” “But what he said… was it real?” “I don’t know… what you’re… talking about… I couldn’t hear…” Mike’s voice suddenly went hazy, his already glitching figure diming right before her. “Mike! What’s happening to you?” She anxiously shouted. “I’m a ghost Marcel… what… do… you think is… happening? M… my time is running out… the truth is known, we need to s

No doubt, it will become a place for wounded people from the underworld to seek treatment without the risk of embarrassing questions from the feds. As for Santo, we're not sure what's wrong with him lately. His mood swings are increasingly violent and strange. Sometimes we can see him smiling like a happy jerk, then suddenly, he goes into a black rage and breaks everything in his path. Fortunately, he is always careful to control himself in the presence of children.

He said the words carefully, as if afraid she would think he was pressuring her. Miah couldn’t help herself; it was rather exhilarating to have so much power over an ancient supernatural being. She leaned forward and gave him a kiss of her own. Slow and hot, and blatantly wanting more. “I will never be able to come to this store again without thinking of this night.” She moved away from him, cleaning and clothing herself in the easy manner of her people. There were tremendous advantages to being supernatural—things she had been unable to do while keeping up the illusion of being human. It was fun and enjoyable—those little details she had tried to keep out of her mind.

Scarlett nodded, feeling uncertainty grow inside her. The next morning, as everyone woke up and the sun barely lit the camp, Alex had already made a decision: he had to protect Scarlett no matter what. What happened the night before hadn’t been an accident. The gorgon who had almost drowned Scarlett was a princess of the lake, and although Alex still didn’t understand why she had attacked her, he knew there had to be a reason—and he had to find out. And that meant that, at last, he would have to tell Scarlett the truth about the supernatural world… and about who had attacked her the night before. Scarlett stepped out of her tent with Leslie, feeling the morning chill on her skin. At that ver

"Are 'oo mocking me?" "Wouldn't dream of it," Sidney said sarcastically, brushing past her as he continued on. "She's still out on her relentless crusade to get yer blood, is she?" A chipper Irish voice asked. Sidney saw Mika fall into step beside him with her bright red hair bouncing as she walked. Mika was one of Zoe's deputies who helped out whenever James needed to take down another vampire. "I wouldn't let her get to ya. So how was werewolf-ville tonight?"

Her mother had been found frozen and black all over, like someone struck by lightning, with a premature-born Mia next to her in the woods, behind her father's house. If it wasn't for some kind pack healers who had picked her up from where she lay on the ground, Mia would have joined her mother too in the great beyond. "This mating can't happen, I'm sorry." Turning to the members representing the werewolf council, Justin bowed halfway in apologies and stormed off, members of his pack who had followed him to bear witness to the ceremony following closely behind him. Mia stood at the center of the pack meeting point, still reeling in shock, her mind trying to catch up with what just happened.

"He-I think we broke up." The bed creaks when she sits on the edge beside me. "Because of you being here?" I nod, blinking back tears. "Yeah, he uh thought I'd let a vamp drink..." Can't finish the words. He knows that my folks had been attacked by something in the woods that night when I was little. How on Earth would he believe I would hook up with a supernatural after a few days of being here? "Bastard." She clicks her tongue ring against her teeth. Purple strands are woven into her dark hair and slide across her cheek from the ceiling fan and she brushes them back.

HARRY'S POV "No one wants this relationship more than I do... But you know Harry.." Another gulp of wine went down my throat, the kick harsh, just like the thorny realities of this place, this place I hated most. Mark broke up with me because I had to fulfill my duty as heir of the Dog Clan, the weakest clan in the supernatural world. Come to this royal supernatural school and learn the prestigious ways of the supernatural beings and gain some skills and more importantly connection. 'Chuckles.'

Sienna “You wouldn’t wanna see momma cry now, would you? Michael was there,” She announces, with that hint of questioning buried in her tone. I am not sure why Michael’s presence is important enough to be announced but Kevin finally moves his lifeless eyes, to stare at Natasha and it is here, under the nights sky, that I see a glimpse of something in his view. I’m uncertain the glimpse is good or not, but it is gone. I learned very early in life to spot a fox, and I learned later on to spot a ghost, and Kevin Stone has always been the latter.

"Even if you take him. The Shadow Pack won't stop. The prophecy won't stop. Voss has allies you haven't met yet, and they all believe the same thing, and they will keep coming for that boy until…" "Until what?" I say. "Until I stop them." He looks at me. "You can't stop all of them," he says. "I don't have to stop all of them," I say. "Just tonight's." Something closes in his expression. The conversation is over. We both know it. The tablet drops from his hand. And we move. Reece appears at the eastern edge of my vision like smoke taking solid form. He's low. Fast. Threading through the engagement with the supernatural spatial intelligence that has always made him the best scout I've ever co