Mick Supernatural の小説・ストーリー

Sybil asks. "I haven't gotten to that yet," Austin replies. "Your parents made a deal with me to take in Mia because they knew they would die. It's part of the reason why you, Austin, are a rouge," Sybil continues. "There are supernatural creatures after you both. As a rogue, your scent changes. They wouldn't be able to find you as easily. As for Mia, I've masked her with a human scent. If she were to trigger her wolf genes that scent would be back. So, if you would please, let me do my job."

MICK WALKS IN, HIS EASY glide unmistakable for the warning it carries. He’s on a mission. He looks right at me and freezes for a few seconds, his jaw muscle twitching and his expression going cold. It makes me want to disappear. Where is Jersey’s damn magic cape or spell or whatever it is that makes him invisible when I need it, anyway? “Is he here?” Mick asks, talking to the Rebel, his eyes scanning the space for his brother.

Choosing a pack from Lily's side, one that had were still recovering from a close-call victory with some of Alec's boys, Mike descended upon them and exploited their momentary weakness. Pausing only a moment to make sure that the last of these vampires was dead and burning, Mike was struck by a uncontrollable impulse. By reflex alone, he threw himself aside in just enough time for only his jacket to be shredded by an invisible force. "So, you can Sync. Uncommon for one so young." A voice Whispered within Mike's head, but the source was impossible to locate. "Oh really?" He Whispered back.

She then suggests, "Let's take a short break, and when we return, I'll be happy to take more calls." Miranda switched off the radio on her phone as soon as a song she didn't like started playing. It wasn't the first time she had heard someone talk about eradicating supernatural beings; there were even hunters and organizations that specialized in hunting different kinds of supernaturals. "As long as you keep a low profile, Mimi, and don't draw attention to yourself," she remembered her uncle's words, "you and I will be safe."

“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 pick up three glasses and half fill them with the alcohol before sitting back down at the table; Lillys frowns when I push a glass toward her and Sharna and asks, “What's going on?” I brush the tears away that I can feel pooling in my eyes as I whisper, “Damian is dead.” Their eyes widen in shock as they watch me down the whiskey in my glass and pour myself another. Sharna reaches across the table and takes hold of my wrist as she says, “Are you sure you should be doing that?” I huff as I say, “We are supernaturals, Sharna; we haven't got enough alcohol in this cave to get one of us drunk, let alone the three of us.”

Nick shouted and hopped onto his bed, burying his face in a pillow crying. "Mom, dad? Chloe? Where are you-" Nick suddenly stopped when he saw a pool of blood on the floor, his parents and sister, all tied up together beside it. He heard someone whistling behind him. Turning back,he saw the Duke of Hell, Dr. Mario Mc'Vida. "What have you done to my parents? My sister? You evil bastard! " Nick shouted with venom I'm his voice. "I just tied them up, thats all. " Mario Mc'Vida replied nonchalantly. "Nick...... Nick.... Only you can stop this...... Fight till you conquer-"

He called him again. "Yes pup". "You said your mother had super natural powers. Do you have too"? He asked the question that was clicking in his mind. "Well we all have. For instance Enzo can cast a spell. Saint, can put someone to sleep. Max can read minds. He knows what’s going on in other people's minds. Zee is a calamative. Like if you are panicking or upset, just look at him and you will feel at ease". He told him.

They may have my blood in their hands, but the monster in me will be spilling more blood and destroying more lives. First, Lucy, then Cassidy...I'm no longer just a lost soul, I'm the devil incarnate.

Lucifer rises from his chair and takes my hand. As Lucifer, Michael, and I trek through the Scottish wilderness, scenarios of who my sisters are run through my head. Clotho said that they wouldn’t have known what they were until the seals were broken. I can’t even imagine how they’re feeling right now. I mean, I’m still reeling over the whole thing, and I’ve known about the supernatural world for a year. I look at Michael’s stoic expression and can’t help but empathize with how he’s feeling.