Mick Supernatural Novels & Stories

“That’s the part that’s going to make you want to burn the city down, boss. Dante Grecco isn't just a soldier. He’s currently enrolled at the city university. He’s a finance major. And according to his social media, he’s been spending a hell of a lot of time with Michelle Sinclair.” The world goes silent. Harper’s sister. My family’s safe house. The red Ferrari. It all clicks into place with the sickening sound of a trap snapping shut. Dante isn't just a threat. He’s a virus that has already entered the house. And Harper knew. She knew, and she didn't come to me. She went to a sales agent with a dark-web hobby. “Email me the full report,” I growl, my voice vibrating with a lethal, suppressed

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.

I have to go see Daffy get to class and do Poppy’s assignments. Sitting in the subway bus, I bit my hands trying to assure myself that everything will be fine, but nothing is going to be fine. His scream when I stabbed him keeps echoing in my mind. “I killed someone…. I just murdered a vampire!!”

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?”

Sal’s eyes grew wide. “Something like me but not. I don’t know what. He’s not a vampire or a…” “You’re shitting me! Are you serious?” Sal knew about the supernatural world, although there were times I think he struggled with the concept. I didn’t answer Sal. Maybe I had finally found what I was looking for. Dr. Anthony Miller, a supernatural anthropologist. I read the article, completely forgetting about Sal, sitting in front of me. I only remembered his presence when he plonked a tumbler of whiskey next to me.

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.

“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

Tristan follows behind me and takes a seat when I gesture for them too. “What’s going on, Rowan?” Mikhail asks. My lips twist into a grimace as I consider what to say. “I’m glad that you’re all here.” I wave a hand in Tristan’s direction. “All of you know Tristan already.” Tristan nods his head in acknowledgment. “Tristan is not just my brother, but he’s also the master of the Halo that I work for. Over the past couple of months, several Supernatural students have gone missing from our school. We recently found out that they were murdered, and parts of their bodies were used to construct some kind of Frankenstein monster. It’s pretty gruesome and puzzling at once. Due to the severity of the