Imposter X Crewmate Novels & Stories

I say gruffly, “we haven’t got all night.” “As you know, Xim is a member of the nomads. Having just met Queen Kimarhi, I am elated for them. Now, what is more, interesting is Imagyn. She is one of our flier scouts and a healer. Joined us a year or so ago,” he trails off in his thoughts again, only quietly this time, rubbing his chin on how to continue. “So, what’s the theory then?” I asked impatiently. He is such a storyteller.

"What do you know, there is a heaven. How extraordinary, but I have to say I didn't expect angels to be blue." "I am not an angel, whatever that creature might be. I am a Xamian warrior here to rescue you." "A Xamian what?" Her green eyes widened. "Oh sweet baby corn, you're an alien." She flailed in an attempt to right herself in the gravity-free space. "You've come to abduct me. How grand!" "Rescue," he corrected. "Now hold on tight. We're going to transport back to my vessel before this one disintegrates."

"The pack's current situation is the result of your own choices, not my responsibility." "But you have the ability to save us!" Marcus said urgently. "I have the ability, but not the obligation," I answered calmly. "For the past five years, I served this pack for free. My expertise, my time, my energy, all provided at no cost." "We're very grateful..." Grace began. "Grateful?" I cut her off. "Then why, when Ethan pretended to lose the mate bond, was my contribution forgotten?" No one answered. "You treated me like a tool, used me when you needed me, and tossed me aside when you didn't." I continued. "Now that the tool refuses to be used, you're all panicking."

Harding pointed at me, sprawled on the ground, and asked mockingly, "Aren't you planning to take him back with you?" Eliza paused for a moment, then mercilessly grabbed my arm and yanked me to my feet. But after just a few staggering steps, I stumbled and fell to the ground again. Years of drug testing had long since deformed the bones throughout my body, and my skin and flesh were close to rotting away. Every single step was an immense torment to me. I was in so much pain that I broke out in a cold sweat, and a whimper escaped my lips. Seeing this, Christopher crouched down beside me with feigned innocence. A moment later, he suddenly burst into loud sobs.

Lydia shrieked as she hastily backed away and hid behind me. She brandished the report at Jeremy and screamed, "You're not my son! My son has a red birthmark behind his ear, but you don't! My son has nyctophobia, but you're not scared of the dark! My son's legs are fine, but you're crippled!" She then pointed at Dean before continuing, "You too! Both of you are impostors!" Dean collapsed into a chair. His shoulders were shaking violently as he covered his face with his hands, making it impossible to tell if he was crying or doing something else.

Sandro staggered, blood soaking his shirt, a twisted smirk cutting across his pain. “Fuck… I knew this was too good to be true.” He forced a bitter laugh, his eyes blazing with fury. “Ace sent you, didn’t he? You’re a real fool. To attack me here—in my own clan. To mock me with his face…” His roar echoed through the infirmary walls. The imposter smiled. Cold. Triumphant. “Your clan is under my control now. Your men. Your guards. Even your girls.” Sandro’s eyes widened, the words like a detonator setting off every alarm in his head.

“Are you alone?” The imposter’s eyes flickered when he heard that. He tried to school his expression, but it was too late. His facade cracked at the edges like chipped ceramic. “I am not alone,” I answered. “Don't tell him,” the imposter mumbled. To Detroit, I answered calmly, “I'm with your duplicate. An imitation. A very good one… he hugged your woman, Detroit.” Detroit growled, one that made my heart skip over itself. A beastly growl. The kind that promised death.

Kayson looked at them and asked curiously, “Aren’t you two the members who participated in Ryker’s arrest?” Both of them nodded and started to introduce themselves. One of them was called Jayce Hable, while the other was called Charlie Ladd. Both of them were Level 1 members of Admiralporium. They held Kaysoon in high regard and couldn’t help getting closer to Kayson when they saw him. “I hope you can take care of me along the way, sirs.” Jayce laughed. “Well, we don't mind if you call us by our names.” Kayson replied, “Sure.”

He was extremely reputable even amongst members of the Revengers squad. Mico Styles glanced at Jimmy Miller's hand, which was in a cast, and laughed, "Who broke your wrist?" Mico Styles had meant this as a joke. However, Jimmy Miller replied, "I don't want to talk about it, Mr. Styles. I've disgraced the Revengers squad. I messed up in a small place like Eastblue city and got my arm broken by someone."

And there, in the center of the code, was Julian's designation: FINAL_BOSS_TIER_S_MARIONETTIST_ACTIVE. Directly below it: PLAYER_PRIMARY_CAMRYN_CHAVEZ_STAGE_III_ACTIVE. And listed in supporting code: PLAYER_SECONDARY_AMON_CAELAN... PLAYER_SECONDARY_MIRANDA_CASTELLAN... on and on through everyone I'd met, everyone I'd fought beside. All of them marked as PLAYER types. Real people transmigrated into the game. None of them marked as NPC. "They're real," I breathed.