Black Imposter Among Us Novels & Stories

But there was something wrong, his smile curved sharper, his eyes colder, almost hungry. “Lena,” he said slowly, stepping closer, his shoes silent against the marble. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Who the hell are you?” Zane’s voice thundered from behind me, sharp and furious. The man chuckled, low and dangerous. “You could say I’m the part of Kai you never met.” Kai moved forward, standing between us now, his gun already drawn. “Put your hands where I can see them.” The imposter raised both hands mockingly. “Relax, brother. You’ll hit me and ruin the family portrait. That would be such a shame, wouldn’t it?”

“You replaced him?” “Temporarily,” it replied. “Testing integration.” My voice shook. “Where is he?” The impostor smiled again. “Paused.” Mael choked. “Paused?” “Stored,” it clarified. “Safe.” Kairos stepped forward. “Bring him back.” The impostor looked almost amused. “You assume authority.” “I assume loyalty,” Kairos growled. The air tightened. The thing studied us. Me. Especially me. “You anchor well,” it said. “But anchors can be swapped.”

Her bright amber eyes remained fixed on the conversation, straining to hear any snippets of dialogue that would reveal the imposter's motives. As she drew closer, the woman in the black cloak turned her head slightly, catching a glimpse of Devica's penetrating gaze. A knowing smile played upon her lips, as if she had expected the Luna's presence all along. The imposter, unaware of Devica's proximity, continued to speak, her voice a haunting echo. "You have done well," the imposter said, her voice eerily similar to Devica's own. "Soon, the pack will be ours, and the moon's power will be within our grasp."

It wasn't hard to tell who the impostor was. He slammed down the fake results on the table and grabbed Jasper hard at the scruff of his collar. “We know that you are an impostor,” he snarled. “Now tell us who the fuck you are and why the hell you look exactly like him. We were able to pull up her records, and your real name is Michael Hall. Why the hell do you look like Jasper?” Jasper number two refused to talk. He simply turned his face away from Ross. I was getting impatient and stood up. I grabbed Ross's pair of handcuffs from his belt and hit Jasper number two in the head with them.

"We're going to fix that. What's the real situation here? Are you in charge or is there really a separate faction trying to kill you?" Jimmy shrugged. "I don't really know what's going on. It's like everything I thought was going on was a dream and looking at it with fresh eyes makes me doubt what I know." "Okay. We'll get this figured out." The rest of the men joined them. Footsteps and voices at the outer door drew their attention. Hands flew to their guns. The door opened. A man with black hair peppered with silver stood in the doorway. His face turned to shock as he drew his hands up in surrender. Black lines filled his palm. Jack shot him in the chest. Kip and Calum shot the other two m

I sat behind the desk, and began to play it. I watched them getting into a car, and heard the impostor speaking. “That crazy idiot. He roasted my feet.” He spat with fury, and I could hear his heavy, rage-filled breathing. “You'll receive the best treatment when we get back to the pack.” A deep, mechanical voice assured him, and just then, the impostor ran his hands through his hair. “That had better happen. Damn it! I wanted to dig my claws into him.” He spat, and just then, thick hair fell over the bug, covering the camera's vision, and all I could see were tiny slits.

"If you trigger a 'Haptic Feedback' error, the security drones will flag us." We were almost at the Archive building when a man on a silver disc suddenly stopped. He didn't have a headset on. He was young, maybe twenty, with a bored expression. He looked at us. Not at our avatars, but at **Us**. He blinked. He looked at the ash on Rowan’s shirt. He looked at the blood on my arm. "Whoa," he said, his voice sounding thin and weak in the real air. "Hey... you guys look... really high-res. What mod is that? 'The Homeless Experience'?"

he asks. “Yup.” “Then forget it.” “No?” He stares at me like I just reprogrammed his brain with HTML code. “Why didn’t that work?” he mutters. I shrug. “Maybe I’m stubborn.” “That wasn’t stubborn.” His voice returns to normal. “Humans can’t resist alpha command.” “Well,” I say, “Congratulations, I just did.” For a moment he looks almost thrown. Damon Black…yes, the Damon Black, leader of the most feared biker gang, everyone is scared of, actually looks confused.

I sighed and arranged the words in my mind before letting them out. "And my hunch got clearer when he smirked on what I said about Aiden. There was really an imposter among them which was planted by Azvameth. That's why I mean that we can't trust anyone. Nor police or any other private detective," I ended my long detailed explanation. He was shocked as expected because no one expects a police officer to be like this too. He once again grabbed his head in his head and agressively shook his head in disbelief. "I can't believe that bastard. He is stepping way to low just to fucking prove what? That he is a serial killer?" Noah erupted with anger and continued.