Fairy Tail Imitatia Novels & Stories

she muttered but audible enough for Tamaya to hear. Tamaya gritted her teeth in anger and clenched her fist, she averted her gaze to Imogen. “Who are you?” She asked and Imogen scoffed, she gazed at the clenched fist of the girl and shook her head in pity. “I'm sure those small fists of yours can't do a thing?” She mocked and Tamaya frowned “Oh I mean, weak fists” Imogen added and Tamaya anger flared up, her wolf brown hair becoming visible, she was about to lose control, but then Asher held her hands.

CHAPTER 1 Lily's POV PIZA to eiga wo ogoriatta Mukashi wo barashiatta Himitsu wa mou naitte KURABU de battariattara Naiteta yo kimi ga otoko no yoko de ...I'm a dummy >Lily's Alarm (Limit Control - Dummy)

The tall, dark, rich and handsome type might as well be a neon-colored assassin in our limited timeframe. Out of the blue, like an answer from heaven or wherever else answers come from, I see the perfect tool on the Lachesis screens: Manchester Imagay, Filipino barista, dishwasher and loser. By some freakish stroke of luck, he’s presently the closest man to Rina. The icing on the cake is, English isn’t really Manchester Imagay’s strong suit so this fits our plans like a glove. Septimus would be a local speaking in broken English instead of a suave globetrotter.

God, HELP ME! The door creaked. Kit took a step and was blinded for a moment - after absolute darkness, the dim light of candles slashed her eyes like a razor. Shutting her eyes shut, she waited a few seconds and opened her eyes. Hank! His tall, thin figure writhed on a rope, held up by his bound hands. The eyes above the duct-taped mouth turned into saucers full of horror. She took a quick step towards him, but a cold voice behind her hissed: “Uh… stop, doll…” and she had to freeze, covered with icy goosebumps. Here he is, the Imitator, Harry 2, a step behind her...

You are the bet and I’m the runner. "Do you think by copying me, you can become me? Don’t kid around. Your killing methods are damn lame. So, how can you be as great as I am?" She clenched her teeth, provoking the caller, whoever that might be. [ SHUT UP! I AM BETTER THAN YOU AND I AM MORE… MORE POWERFUL THAN YOU! YOU ARE ONLY A COPYCAT!!] Upon bursting in anger, Ameira heard the phone end, making her lips tremble in madness.

Yuta explained. Jai frowned when he heard the fourth name. “I’ve heard of that one.” “Oh which one of has you heard of it? Takeshi Hirabayashi or Satoshi Hirabayashi?” Yuta asked him. “The latter one, Satoshi.” As the humans talked, the little companions were busy with themselves. Shoru pawed at Yuta’s opened palm while Rita pecked softly at Shoru’s tufts, managed to pluck some out which she then dropped to the floor. It didn’t result in bald spot, and the little wolfy didn’t seem to be feel any pain from her fur plucked out, making Rita quite confused. Sakura was only watching all of them silently, as per usual.

He would have to be okay on his own for a little while. "It is always so much easier to catch one of you if you are standing in front of a mirror. I almost feel as if you were seeking counsel but couldn't bring yourself to ask." A somewhat chubby White-furred tom appeared behind Jinx in the mirror and stepped to the side. It was his sponsor and one of the three Fates, Intarsia.

At the same time, his rage was ignited thanks to the harm the blade had brought to him. “Kid, it appears that unless I use some unique skill, I won’t be able to defeat you.” As he spoke, Imada cast a magical seal and chanted, “Formation!” Imada’s body began to change shortly after that. He appeared to be capable of replicating. He divided himself into two, before splitting into four and then eight versions of himself. In the end, eight identical Imada surrounded Tyr in the center, securing eight directions. “The ultimate Feint Seal!”

“Welcome, Guardian. I am The Mimic. And I’ve been waiting for you.” The shadow tentacles slammed the door shut. Stefan, or whatever was controlling him, stepped closer, his body beginning to shift, becoming a perfect replica of Siron himself, complete with a terrifying grin. “Impressive, isn't it? Now, who will they believe? You, or me?”

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,