Mick Supernatural Novels & Stories

"Where are Whitney and the others?" "Who knows where they are? But Whitney is already dead. Her whereabouts will not affect the organization. "As for Mick, I heard that he was taken away by another organization. Will he betray us and leak the organization's secrets?" Tiger was the one speaking. Ever since Mick was taken away, and he woke up with bruises and bumps all over his head, he held a grudge against Mick. "This, this can't be!" The other person was speaking but suddenly looked outside the window.

"Especially within the Council. Not everyone is pleased about the prophecy's fulfillment." With that cryptic warning, the Councilors departed, leaving the three of them alone with Mendoza. The Captain sighed, suddenly looking more like an exhausted cop than a supernatural authority figure. "Listen, off the record," he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "watch your backs on this one. The Sparrow doesn't just kill for money—they kill for power. Whoever's pulling their strings has serious supernatural juice." "Any suspects?" Rick asked. "Several dozen," Mendoza replied grimly. "The supernatural community is as fractured as human politics, with twice the grudges and ten times the lifesp

“It’s complicated.” I huff out a sour laugh, and my breath mists the glass. The same fucking words as Lucien’s. What a cunning way to get out of telling the truth. “You Weres sure love to say—” A bug prickles my skin, and I swat it away. But when I turn around, what I find is not something I can make sense of. Mick. Holding a small syringe. Injecting it in my arm. I look up at his face, trying to parse what is happening. “I’m sorry, Seraphine,” he says. His voice is soft and his eyes are sad, down-tilted in a way that makes my battered chest hurt even more.

Throwing my head into his neck, giggles flew out of my mouth. Not until I heard an awkward clearing of throat, did I realize that we are in the company of Micheal. I detached quickly from Leroi and he frowned at me. I mouthed "What?" He said nothing but continued his narration "So my parents made this treaty with the hope of reuniting supernatural beings against the scheming minds of humans. At that time, humans had been catching a whiff of the existence of supernatural beings." I listened with rapt attention. He was gradually baring his origin with me and I'm so proud of him for it.

"How did you know?" His grandmother smiled again, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I've seen the way you look at Della. Micheal. I've seen the way you talk about her. You're not as immune to the supernatural as you think." Micheal felt a flush rise to his cheeks as he looked down at his tea. He knew his grandmother was right. He had tried to resist the pull of the supernatural, but he had failed. He was drawn to the woman like a moth to a flame.

“ what do they want? “ I asked Sedrick who only grunted. I thought he wouldn’t reply to me till he started talking. “ I don’t know if you remember what or whoever you are, you’re a rare kind of wolf called a supernatural, according to history, mating with you would make a male alpha wolf stronger” I hadn’t even hurt anyone before; where did they want me to get power from? As if he knew my question, he just shrugged. “ Tristan wants power, he wants to be a part of the high council, his father was killed by a supernatural, so to avenge he’s been wanting to mate with one to get power but the one that died wasn’t much that’s why he was happy when you came, the story ends there” his voice has ret

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?"

Mike asked sarcastically. "It has to do with you because you are the host of the Demon Hybrid and that makes you a supernatural,one of us to be precise" "But you haven't told us how this tale has to do with our time,this era is the 21st century.supernaturals ain't real girl so come off it" Sammie bursts out angrily. "No that's where you are wrong Sammie, supernaturals are real name whatever creature you know of,they are real and if you want to see them then let's get to the supernatural realm" Allegra countered Sammie.