Mick Supernatural Novels & Stories

Drake and Lyca, their two comrades, were already there, their faces etched with grim determination. “We have them," Lady Susan announced, her voice echoing in the cavernous space. She held up three gleaming stones, their surfaces pulsating with otherworldly energy. Drake and Lyca's eyes widened in recognition. "The stone spirits of the werewolf god supreme," Drake breathed, his voice filled with awe. With reverence, they placed the stones on a pedestal before a massive statue, its towering form adorned with twelve piercing eyes. The stones emitted a blinding flash of light, momentarily illuminating the hideout with an ethereal glow.

"The population of Supernaturals in Texas has drastically reduced. Not only are some packs left without an Alpha, witches are also ending up dead every night. And they always have a sword piercing their skull and the letter 'X' tattooed in their eyeballs whenever they are found." M could've said more but he was called by someone so he had to end the call. Rebecca only shrugged the call aside, making a mental note to call back later and headed straight to Raven's compound. Raven had sworn to her she wouldn't make trouble. Now that she had violated the rule, it was only okay to remind her of it. … Meanwhile, in Texas As soon as M got off the phone, a man handed some stack of photos to him. "It

I don't even bother looking at the clock, Mia already said it's too early. Mia! My mind runs fast. What's happened in just 24 hours or less? I lay back in my bed facing the ceiling and the thoughts that I can no longer run away from fill my mind, and almost my body from the power they held. The supernatural world might exist! I am no longer just human. I'm more. The world holds so much more mystery than we might think. That I might think. If I'm this "Blessed", what else is out there? Werewolves? Witches? Ghosts? Vampires?

“You look like my sister.” “Yeah. I know. I found out about the Michael's and I decided to make my research and I think I know what is wrong with you.” “My family is secret. How did you find out about us?” “The Michael family is no secret,” Danica scoffed taking her empty plate to the sink. Sabrina joined her. “Your witch side is adjusting to its newfound body. I'm a supernatural too.” Danica said as her eyes glowed yellow like that of fire then crystal blue like ice.

One had the soft round shoulders of a man who belonged to screens; the other had a sharper posture, a neat beard, a voice with a thick Middle Eastern cadence. “These latest results are good enough,” the bearded one said, low, the kind of certainty born of long nights and bad bargains. “It took six months to crack Supernatural,” the other replied. “The politician better be pleased.” They turned the corner, oblivious to the shadows that watched them leave. Jack’s hand flicked forward. Ghost Team flowed, soundless. At the RESEARCH door, Jack split the unit with a glance. Michelle’s element peeled off, shadows slipping to secure the next block. Jack took his core—a knife of four—and slid inside.

type gesture, and was about to take a swig, when Michael interrupted. “Whoa! Hold on, hold on!” He jumped into the center of our little circle, his hands clamped around several little test tubes, filled with a blue liquid. He began passing them out, and once everyone in our group had one, he continued, “I figured we’d all do a shot in honor of Danni’s 18th!” Danni looked at the vial in her hand questioningly. “What is it?” “It’s a blue kamikaze.” He replied. “Trust me, it’s good.” He flipped the top off of his with his thumb, and held it out, as he glanced around at the group. “Well?”

All I got is a shit load of questions about what Chris called ‘taint’: the stuff we enforcers have all blindly been using to boost our speed and strength and give us a real chance against those demonic forces steadily spreading through our city. There have been more incidents in recent years, more deaths and disappearances… And why the hell is it the job of the mafia’s best murderers to handle these supernatural jobs even the exorcists won’t touch? Why don’t the priests ever inject this ‘blessed’ stuff? I should be asking these questions of Sicillio. I should be telling him all about ‘Saint Christian’: the undead martyr of our faith, returned to the city just to scheme and slander the church

Chapter 26: Next Step Traeger It doesn’t take long to get to the Institute. We park a few miles down, making sure we’re not spotted. A few miles ago, we turned off all the lights in our vehicles and drove in the dark. One of the upsides of being Supernatural is that we have excellent night vision. There are still Lycans out looking for me. Unfortunately for the doctors, the Lycans are not reporting that they’ve seen us. They still assume that my men are under the control of the receptors.

Though he'd never directly use the word 'expendable' I often see it flickering on the surface of his tongue. "Save it, just tell me what's going on," I bite back. Tarin steps forward, a middle-aged man with greying hair and aged skin. Still an excellent fighter nonetheless. Older Skinwalkers are few and far between nowadays. He brushes his stubbly chin with the back of his hand, as if he's about to break some bad news. "Samuel and Lorcan caught sight of Pantera on the western outskirts of the ravine only a half hour ago. I've sent some men to

He looked at him curiously and asked, “Whom were you hiding from?” “The Dark Lord,” Mick replied. Silence surrounded the Great Hall. Leo looked at Mick curiously, wondering how he was connected to him. Mick continued, “I supported the King, Aldrich Eversons, King of the kingdom Magus in the battle. The Dark Lord wanted me to use my transformation ability and act as a spy to him. I rejected the offer. He tried to bribe me but I refused again. As a result, when he won the battle, he ordered the black witches to kill every last species of us. Therefore, I hide in the safe place, your Dawville, his Almighty.”