Mick Supernatural Novels & Stories

Paul shook his head, Micky was upset, that was the only reason for him to pursue this conversation. Paul sits in his chair, and shakes his head. He opens a drawer and takes out two bottles of vodka. He hands the one labeled wolfsbane to Micky and helps himself to the other. Take the glass and drink in one gulp. Micky approaches him and kneels at his feet. - If I suck you, and you close your eyes, you'll think I'm one of your girls. Or maybe not, because I bet nobody will suck you like I do. – he says, taking his hand to his friend's zipper.

He cracks his knuckles and blue sparks of electricity pop and crackle across the back of his hands. It was a wonder how Mike attained his power; He once said it was because he got hit by lightning when he was chosen as one of Lamia’s knights. It was a possible theory; nothing was impossible or so it seems these days. However, Hunji and Morgan had a working theory and so did Ashe. Lamia had saved not only Mike and brought him back from the dead many years ago, but she had also done a similar thing for Travis. They have both received a bite from her and they both have changed in ways that were beyond the norm.

"Okay, okay, easy. I’m just telling you about my favorite event of the day. Relax and keep yourself calm. I’m not sure if you’ll like what I’ll say next…" I think I know what he’ll say. The agency wants me to accept the offer because I’d clearly stated my disgust when it was offered. "Tic wanted you to accept the offer." Tic is short for Terror-In-Closet. The guy that I inadvertently caused a scandalous incident with. I think I’m still absent-minded that I didn’t straighten my facts.

Although he was obviously injured and bloodied, he possessed a surprising amount of strength to be able to incapacitate me. I don’t know where Damon was and what he was doing. For a moment, I thought he would let me die because it felt like an eternity that stretched before I heard his voice. “I’m tired of your wailings, Anton. Tell Satan I said hello.” The next thing I heard was the piercing sound of metal slicing through the air, which was followed by the sickening sound of bone or skull breaking apart. My brain was playing horrifying memories into my head, and I could feel death’s cold hands approaching at any moment. It felt like I was back again in that place. Chained and bloodied, aliv

She needs me. *Maaaate! Mate! Mine, mine! She needs us,* Mick growls, as he pushes through me, shredding my clothes. When we’re on four legs there are screams and the sound of people moving all over. Travis fully understands that the humans have tranquilizer darts for situations like this, but Mick doesn’t give a shit.

He didn’t seem disturbed by it at all though. “I’ve come to see if you and I can make an arrangement, a deal per say.” My eyes narrowed. “Normally, I’m not one to make deals with vampires.” Micah laughed. “Oh, I know. Other than Morgan and Max you surprisingly have very little to do with the supernatural world or any politics of it. But I think this may be one you want to listen to, considering it has to do with not just you but your family as well.” I growled. “What are you saying?”

“I’m not a supernatural being. I couldn’t possibly do that.” “But your dad is, and who knows maybe your mum—” Whatever he was about to say was cut off and at the same time, his eyes turned blank. It was as if he saw a ghost or something. I realized too late that my hand was oozing the red smoke, it went from my palm into Miles’s head. I quickly retracted my hand but it seemed that the damage was done regardless.

I hear someone yell as I let go of Stella and fall to my knees. “Melinda,” Stella mumbles while crouching down beside me. “Why didn't you tell us you could teleport?” I can? What the hell? “Didn't know,” I mumble, fighting to stay conscious. “Got scared, had to protect you.” “From what?” “Mike.” I fall into her arms as people rush towards us. There is much talking, panic all around me, and I'm terrified. I thought the only supernatural beings that could teleport were witches, demons, and vampires. I only thought that because I heard Mike talking about it once.

Michael compelled everyone in the chapel with a smooth tone, making it go silent as his compulsion reached them. The hunters look up, not near enough to realize that they are dealing with a Prehistoric Vampire. “All Council members, kill one another until you are the last one standing,” Michael compelled the council members. “It must be the prehistoric vampire. Get the kids out of here,” Kenton told Stella and Eero. “I can stay and help,” Eero said. “If we don’t survive, you two will have to take over the Hunters,” Kenton forced Eero to leave. “Attack and kill the Hunters,” Michael compelled all other Supernatural species.

“I let her stay as my maid, to avoid any embarrassment for her. But I’m also honestly worried about what Dylan has now gotten himself into. And indirectly her.” “Want me to look into it?” Mick asked, and took out his phone before I answered. “Discreetly,” I said, watching as he tapped away at his phone. Why someone with alpha blood and having been Beta for all his adult life, still needed a ‘to-do list was beyond me. “He said that he had gotten it bad with some vampires,” I continued, ignoring Mick’s mental incapability. He did his job and he did it well; the way he went about it didn’t really concern me. “If it doesn’t concern the pack, the guy can burn in hell for all I care. But I will no