Mick Supernatural の小説・ストーリー

“She’s a witch, hallucinations and visions are natural to her. It’s despicable you fell for her and ended up being a victim of her implacable plan. A witch such as her, can do the most powerful of magic, but she can’t kill you. The birthmark protects you in its twisted way.” Matt raised his head towards the heavens to spot a face or even a beam of light to see the presence of the Ghost of Michigan, no one greeted until a susurration of noise tapped in his ear, confirming his wildness. ‘Why don’t I feel any emotion or anger over this?’ He pondered, motionless. Soon, the frigid waters might freeze, and he’d be left with no soul, to communicate only with his Gramps-Pumpkin which was also far aw

"There are witches, and vampires, and succubi—" I gasp. "Succubi?" "Yeah. You know—women who seduce men. There's also the other way around. Men who can make any woman fall for them. Some people are actually immune to those powers, though." She studies me for a second. "Rare people." "Oh." I shake my head, trying to clear it. "What else?" "Lots more." "That's a lot to take in," I whisper. Alice pats my back, but doesn't say anything.

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.

So much that I had Lucas video the whole thing. Amidst the telling of the long story, there were two outstanding things I grabbed. Two shocking things. One was that ANTI knew that Woodhidge was home to most of the supernatural beings in the whole world— they had learnt this recently. And that brings us to the second shocking part. ANTI had succeeded in killing nearly two hundred Supernaturals worldwide— mostly werewolves and a few witches. Yes, this was now more real than ever. Also, they had an operation to end all of us in Woodhidge. Sadly, she didn't know anything else. Mason and Damon asked her about their friend who was missing but she knew nothing about it all.

I asked. " Power, their wolf gets stronger, they know we believe there's going to be an awakening of the Supernaturals again, and they want to have one before it happens " I was silent for a while before I finally spoke up. " Do you think Tristan knew about me? I didn't have the mark until the blood moon night" " A supernatural with a blood moon lightning is a born leader, we've never had one before and maybe that's why he kept you " " For what? Tristan is already an alpha"

He was the one who got there first and rescued her. Now if he hadn't staged a dead corpse in her car, ordered Joe and Colt to burn the car and fake the DNA reports then Mick could have been dead. Tried to be murdered again by his brother in law, Leonardo Grayson. So despite how his conscience gnawed on him day by day he saw this as fate. As if God was trying to give him a second chance at happiness with Mikaella's amnesia being a sign from Him. They continued watching the tv show 'Lucifer' and it irked him everytime Mick asked him,"Whether Lucifer was hot or not"

Chapter 2 - Protesting too much Mikhail I stroll into the living room of our new home. Home, what a joke. The SC (Supernatural Council) placed us here because they don’t know what to do with us. Unfortunately, like the human world, the supernatural world is also full of orphans. According to the system, my parents are unknown. I was found in an abandoned warehouse. Unfortunately, no one stepped up to claim me, so they placed me in a home for supernatural kids. The problem is that, unlike human homes, our jailers had to make sure we weren’t using our powers or killing innocents by mistake. In my case, the Council keeps a very close eye on me. Apparently, being the son of an Angel and a Demon

“Wow. How is this possible?” His mouth quirks shyly. “It’s possible. Trust me, I’m not the only one either. Mikhail is an angel/demon hybrid, Carrick is a werewolf, Rowan is a vampire, and my foster father, Alex, is a dhampir. Almost everyone I know is a supernatural being.” I huff in wonder. “Holy cow, does Haley know about Carrick? What about Nevaeh?” He shrugs his shoulders. “Um… Neveah knows about Khail, but I don’t know about Haley.”

Mika slipped her arm into James'. "Come on, the Prince is waiting for ye." "Hooray." James said, mentally postponing his liaison with his undead girlfriend. "You're awfully brave walking me in like this, ya know?" Mika's green eyes danced with amusement. "I like to live on the edge." "Is there any medication that y'all are on that I, as the Vampire Hunter, should be made aware of? Something for Vampire BiPolar or anything?"