Oh Mikey Novels & Stories

Cain Cadell I knew moving to Midwick was a good start. The town held a strong connection to almost all kinds of supernatural, it only made sense that I make it the place I rule from. I know I still have plenty of fights, maybe even wars, before I become a Lycan. "Perhaps tonight you'll finally find your mate." Daniel Braxton, my Beta and best friend, said as he came to stand next to me on the balcony. "You haven't lost hope yet?" I shook my head, "I will be thirty in a few months, Daniel. No wolf goes that long without their mate if they were ever meant to have one."

Olivia gasped, wrapping Enzo in her arms, shielding him with her body. From the shadows, a group of men emerged like ghosts. Weapons drawn. Eyes cold. Predators who had patiently stalked their prey. The man at the helm stepped forward—a tall, imposing figure with a four-leaf clover tattooed on his left cheekbone. His smirk dripped mockery, as if the entire scene amused him. “How are we doing this evening, ma’am?” he asked with feigned politeness, his dark eyes gleaming with malice. “What’s the rush?”

“You should probably come back some other time.” “Mikey, who is it?” I hear Evan yell from inside the home. Michael sighs heavily. “It’s Harper,” he calls back. Evan shouts back, “Well, let her in.” Michael hesitantly steps aside to allow me inside and I find Evan propped up on the couch. His face is severely swollen, but his nose is no longer crooked. There’s some dried blood around it, but he doesn’t seem to be in any pain.

The girl climbed half into my lap again, refusing to accept my rude no. “Someone get this bitch off me,” I said to the group at large. They were my crew, the guys who, through sweat and blood, proved they had my back. These friendships and pacts would serve me when I was the Brambilla. “Come over here, sweetheart, and put that mouth where it’s needed,” Marino said with his legs splayed and a slight tap to his lap. He blew smoke, then handed me his vape pen. “She bites,” I told him with a lazy grin, inhaling deeply, then blowing out the smoke.

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.

“Look, you’re mad. Punch me.” “I think getting physical doesn’t suit my temper,” I said. “You’re petty. This is low.” “You haven’t seen her being petty yet,” another voice broke into our conversation. The owner of the voice walked down the stairs, black almond-shaped eyes looked down amused. He was half Korean, nicknamed Misha. His birth name was Gun Min He. He was the oldest member of KJM, having quit the FBI four years ago to work with us. With a lean, muscular figure and a height of about 5’8”, he had a presence that commanded attention.

He cautiously walks towards us, no more running for this little guy, and once he was in front of me, he wipes his hands on his shorts once again before touching my tummy. “Wuna,” he said happily. Drake kneeled down and spoke with Mikey. “Did you get hurt? Do you feel any pain?” Drake asks. Mikey shook his head no. “Mwikey is stwong,” he showed Drake his tiny little arms and biceps letting Drake know that he was strong. “Wow, Mikey is a big boy now,” Drake said. Mikey nodded in agreement. “A big boy who can’t read,” Nori said as he approach us.

I smiled. The spiked brown hair guy with the pierced ears was the next one to shake my hand. He told me his name was Mikey, again I stared at his perfect chiselled face, like why was all of Mitch's friends so hot? I already looked like Shrek compared to Cassie and Cherry, now I had to look like the Predator against these three stupidly hot people.

Mateo said and Natalia nodded and smiled at me. “Me? Who? More friends?” “Nah, this one is a guy.. A badass guy. Well, I mean he looks like one.” “What was his name again?” Mateo asked as he turned around like he was about to call for him. “Zade?” Mikey said and Mateo clapped his hands. “Zade, Mike is back.” A young guy with full plump lips, blond short hair, 5 '9 tall or thereabout stepped out from the kitchen, ran, and gave Mikey a big hug. Mikey looked shocked, and traumatized.

“Sorry, Mom. I slipped.” Amelia knelt down, inspecting his knee before giving him a light scolding. “You shouldn’t run off like that.” She stood and turned to Ryan. “Thank you for helping him.” “No problem,” Ryan said, smiling. “Is this your son?” “Yes,” Amelia said, her voice softening. “This is Mikey.” Ryan nodded and extended a hand to Mikey. “Nice to meet you, Mikey. I’m Ryan.” Mikey hesitated but eventually shook his hand.