Enzukai Mimic Novels & Stories

After shaking my head, I patiently waited for her to get finished until the door creaked wide open so I shifted my gaze from our room. My eyes widened after seeing her hair. She has long, wavy, black hair. It appears to be crimped into broad, straight ridges and is worn severely side-swept to her left. It is just below her waist and turns a flame-orange color as it passes her elbows. I didn’t know that character suits her so much to the point that she looks exactly like her, the way I imagined Nezuko would be in real life. “How do I look, master? Do I pass the test of looking exactly like Nezuko?” She curiously asked while twirling.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Miaka sat on her heels, rocking back and forth with her head in her hands. "No no no not you, not now, not here!" The AI monstrosity poked her in her ribs, making her wince. "Aww," he teased, "I feel like you hate me." "I do!" Miaka cried, louder than she had meant to. Everyone turned to stare. The AI - Eigen - stood tall, pretending to be hurt and offended, but Miaka knew better than to fall for his tricks. Everything he did was a lie or deception.

Mizuki stared at Ro, scanning her body from head to toe then closed her eyes. Ro gasped and covered her mouth in shock. "You're me," Ro whispered. Mizuki was gone and an exact replica of Ro was standing right in front of the perplexed omega. Her duplicate beamed and spoke up, "It's one of our abilities. I just mastered it." "That's really great but creepy to other people," Ro said with a slight smile. "I'm a Zenko. Inari doesn't allow us use our powers for evil. We use it to help other creatures especially humans."

She was writing something, her hand moving across paper in steady, mechanical strokes. "Mimic," Marcus whispered. They were Class D threats that copied human behavior. Dangerous because they looked normal until you got close enough for them to strike. This one had probably been here for years, sitting at that desk and waiting for someone stupid enough to approach. I'd killed Mimics before. The trick was speed. Get close, strike fast, don't let them react. I moved toward the desk. The woman kept writing. Three steps away. Two. One. I drove my blade through the back of her chair. The Mimic screamed—a sound that wasn't human at all. It twisted, faster than anything should move, and its face spl

I shout, I am certain my eyes and hair are red. “Look!” someone else shouts, their facade melted away revealing the true form of a mimic black, with hollowed eyes, no nose or ears and a mouth like an Angler Fish. I keep my hold onto them but retract my flames “who put you up to this?” “we know nothing” they answer in unison, “if you do not answer me I will destroy your core and disintegrate them” “you know not where our cores are located so your threat means nothing”

The sounds of Enthro's distorted body growing larger by the second deep in the chambers below. Jourton: HE'S A JUKAI!! (Sliding to a stop to take a thinking pose for a moment with one hand under his chin and an overly deep-in-thought expression on his face, he snaps his finger causing a small spark to appear and says.) Kaiju!! Mr.Rei said the big monster thingies are Grotesque aka Kaijus. But he's no match for my FRIENDS!!!!

Rosalies POV: I woke up with a splitting headache that had me feeling heavier than usual, making me come to an assumption of ōnoki the 3rd tuchikage paying me a visit during my time of obliviousness and using the: Doton kajūgan no justu, one that manipulates gravity allowing him to increase or decrease a persons weight at wish. I believe I haven’t mentioned it before, but I’m a huge fan of anime… or should I say Naruto in particular, seeing that most anime I’ve watched failed to ignite the same burning passion Naruto did. The sudden buzzing heard on my left side immediately pulls me out of my trance of thoughts, somehow lifting myself up I immediately put an end to the pathetic excuse of a s

Their body, stature, and looks are the same as the people they consume. Thousands of mimic humans walk out from the black slime sea and kneel in front of Blacky before the Black slime sea recede and turn back to the hole leaving thousands of the mimic human in its place. Duke Tian Dong looked around gauging the number of the mimic humans. “Around 1/8 of the army. This number should be enough to fool them.” Duke Tian Dong is very satisfied with the resources and miraculous tools provided by Zhu Wushang. In all these years his spy networking job has never been this easy before. Come to think of it, he’s quite proud of choosing the right boss to serve.

Hikari’s hands were shaking as if he was trying hard to move his body, but couldn’t. “You are using magic… without it… how are you shackling my body…” “This is the secret sword skill of the Enver pack. Once a fucker taught me this and made me promise I wouldn’t use it ever, but…” Zeve strutted through the debris, kicking off the broken ground from her path to Hikari. “That fucker is dead, but these skills are still as effective. My previous pack didn’t win by swinging the sword mindlessly. They won by secretly manipulating the opponent’s body to stop functioning by pressing their acupressure points while their opponent was happy thinking that he was winning. When in reality, he was losing hi