Mikey Rottmnt Novels & Stories

I smiled. “Thank you,” he forced a smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “After Allen became one of the most powerful people in The Rodriguez's group, he became untouchable, I became one of the richest persons in the world, yet I still can't get revenge, do you know why?” Micheal said nothing, his brows forming a knot. “He has The Rodriguez's group protecting him, so I can't harm him physically, I can only fight to take the group away from him, but I can't do that alone.”

Mikey curses and looks around but I guess the coast is clear because he slips in and closes the door behind him, "I need you to make my face bleed somehow. Punch me hard." "What?" He asks, looking at me like I'm the biggest weirdo. Mikey is the slowest one, but he always does what I ask, "Fine, I guess..." He gets his fist ready and I brace myself, but right before he goes to punch me, he stops and grabs his rifle. "I think this is going to be easier," he says and takes it off the sling. I don't think he wants to shoot me, so I lift an eyebrow as I watch him turn it around to hit me with the back of it, "Bring your face closer."

“What about Honey? I don't like to share, you can ask my sister. Growing up, I would get possessive and violent when Dani messed with my toys." “Fuck the dog!" Michael growled. “Oh, she's one of those kinds of girls." Dee rolled her eyes. “No, Dee. Honey is my dog," he released her, so he could fetch his phone. He showed her a picture of a cute little Jack Russel Terrier with white fur and a brown patch on her back. “Oh, she's so adorable," Dee cooed. “But not as adorable as you," Mike coiled his arms around her waist again. “Even with the black mask and your hair bonnet on you still drive me and little Mikey crazy."

she asked. “Thomas Swiftmind, 23 years old, born in the pack, manager for one of our gyms in one of the neighbouring towns. From what I understand, he was good at his job, and the clients loved him. Somewhat of a ladies’ man, liked to party with both shifters and humans. A good wolf in general, even if he was a little wild,” Mikael told her. “Yeah, I remember him. He was a couple of grades below me, sweet kid,” Rayvin nodded. She felt herself being pulled closer to Mikael.

A familiar voice hit my ears. Translation- ["Wake up wild cat🐈! Wake up lizard🦎!"] I opened my eyes groggily to come face to face with Armaan AKA Armaan Ahuja AKA Suar (Pig)🐖. "Eeeaaakkk!! ARMAAAANNNN!" I launched myself in his arms. He caught me and twirled me around laughing. Our friendly session came to an end with Sam's yelling. "SHUT UP IDIOTS! LEMME SLEEP!"

His body shimmered and began to shift. The transformation was both terrifying and beautiful. Bones cracked, muscles stretched, and thick fur—deep obsidian with streaks of silver—rippled across his growing frame. In seconds, the man was gone, replaced by the majestic beast that was his wolf, Ravik. Massive and regal, Ravik stood taller than any other werewolf on the field. His glowing golden eyes shone with a fierce determination, and his presence radiated raw, unyielding power. He didn’t wait. With a snarl that echoed across the shore, he sprinted through the rift. The crack sealed behind him the moment his hind legs crossed the line.

HUNT "What does Michael want?" Ky asked, standing behind me as I read over the letter summoning my entire pack to join the royal pain in the ass for a week. Specifically, because Michael Whitlock, my cousin, thinks some pack Alpha's are out of line. And to be even clearer on the matter, he thinks I'm using my Alpha status to belittle others. This is why I haven't spoken with that dumb— I scrunch the letter in my fist and fling it across the room, not really caring where it landed.

There was a man already sitting down and talking on his phone. The guy is drop dead Gorgeous! Of course he's not better looking then Matthew, but still... he's handsome. "Mikey, It's nice to see you." said Matthew looking down at the Man. This is Mikey??? Mikey's dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He has perfect tan skin and judging by his biceps I can tell he works out a lot. I wonder what his abs looks like... "Hey Matt, it's been a while." said Mikey hanging up his phone. Then standing up and shaking Matthews hand.

Asked the same voice now closer. Feeling suddenly nervous, I turned and... Woao, just WOAO! The guy was spectacular. Tall, tanned, his eyes were a rare green and his mouth was encircled in a well-groomed goatee, his hair was low at the sides and high in the front. And when he smiled at me, hell, I had to suppress the sigh that formed out of nowhere. “I'm the publicist.” I replied when I noticed that he was waiting for me to speak and I was just looking at him intensely.

I shrug him off. He arches a brow. "You sure about that? I seem to recall you giving us the Ok to the leftovers after your romantic escape." "No. Adrian. This is not what I wanted." "It's what you got, Mikey. You gave it to us. This is all you." I swallow. "We don't stand a chance...." I stumble back to the wall. "No, Mike. You don't. So don't fight it. You're a Dragon, bud. Like it or not. And when Torrent gets here, you'll bow to him or die, just like the rest of them."