Mitch Paranorman Novels & Stories

“I'm not belittling you, young man. I just can't think of any reason why I should be afraid of you. You look like a nice young man and harmless,” His eyes widened as he heard what I said. I took a deep breath and introduced myself. “By the way, my name is Dane Steele, and I am the Alpha King of Lotus Pack. You are here in our territory, Greenwoods Village,” I said, offering my palm for a handshake. The young man looked at me suspiciously, as if he doubted my words. Even though his body is numb with pain, he avoids my hand offer. “D-Don't come near me!”

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

I scream—but I don’t let go. “Rory!” Ethan’s voice echoes, distant but fierce. “Anchor on me!” I reach for him through the chaos, locking onto our bond like a lifeline. Warmth floods back in, stabilizing my spin. Gravehowl’s presence surges, immense and steady. You are not alone, little Crown. Lean. I do. I spread the strain across the Hunt, across Midnight itself. The pain doesn’t vanish—but it becomes bearable. The Arbiter reacts instantly. Unauthorized distribution detected.

“Did you get your awful spicy pork?” “I did.” “So I guess we’re even, huh?” “I guess so.” They grinned at each other. “And since it’s my turn to choose the movie,” Mitch said. “I want to watch ‘Paranormal Activity’.” “Oh, no,” Reena groaned. “Another horror.” “Yep,” he said dishing out the food onto the plates. “You know I love them.” “Urgh. OK, I’m calling the first of my Big Three.” He paused. “Really?”

"Our tournament this year whether wolf, vampire, witch is... We are going to fight fair and square." "Fair and square?" Ian asked confused "Yes." Nolan answered "Wait you mean too say we are fighting without using our powers as paranormals." Ethan asked "Yes, a fight that teaches you patience. And that life isn't all about power, magic..." Nolan kept ranting on but was interrupted "But that's what makes us who we are." Greta said "It is what makes you all special, but for a change let's learn to fight like humans." Nolan said Everyone was awfully quiet.

I look up to see Mitchell hand in hand with a man who looks more like her father but I couldn't deny almost bursting out in laughter at the sight of them together. So this is the man? The famous Garrett Norman. He is plump but not short, he could not be considered tall either. He's just average. With locks of gray hair slick back no strand left out of place, a lazy smile present on his wrinkled face and not to mention the huge belly. So this Is the man. I chuckle with amusement. "What's funny?"

"There is someone who helps me. He is Mr. Fernandes." Diana followed where George pointed, and it turned out to be directed at the man currently driving their ship. "Thank you Mr. Fernandes for your help," George said earnestly. Fernandes, the man who also knew the murderer of Alpha Stevan's father, bowed respectfully when he saw Diana. All the information George had gotten, including everything about Pack Delonix, had come from that man. He was a former Pack Delonix member who had escaped on the day Alpha Stevan's father was shot. He was the only witness who clearly saw the incident.

Mitch was the team leader, formerly a car mechanic, who started exploring the forest due to certain circumstances. Vernon used to be a librarian, Veda was once a professional boxer, Kean used to be a golf course manager, and Bill was formerly a professional race car driver.

RONAN’S POV It's been four days now, and if I don’t get any good news anytime soon, I might as well start plucking my hair out of frustration. The sound of my phone buzzing on my desk made me look up from the files I’ve been zoning out on instead of reading through. “Alpha,” I hear Mitch’s voice in my head the moment I place the phone to my ear. Mitch is one of the border patrol wolves, and I only hope he has some good news or info on Jack, or I might rip him to pieces the next time I set eyes on him.

Some were family by blood, some by bond, but all were people I had come to rely on more than I could have ever imagined. Mitch, for instance. The young man who had walked through the Dirt, who had faced the ghosts of his past, and who, despite everything, had embraced his role as a shaman. Mitch had been so quiet at first, so reserved, but as the journey had progressed, I saw him come alive in ways I hadn’t expected. He wasn’t just a part of the team, he was the heart of it, carrying the wisdom of his ancestors, the strength of his lineage. Watching him wield that ceremonial knife, infused with the blessings of his people, I knew that his role in our group was more than just spiritual. Mitch