Isamu Mimic Novels & Stories

Aimi ended up proposing that they form a group after they graduated to go on a hunt for the stone. After they graduated, they set off on their journey as planned. It was through this journey that they discovered how the creatures got deadlier or more insidious the further they traveled from their home ground. They went through a lot together and learnt more about each other, in particular, Aimi grew a lot closer to Isamu who turned out to be on a hunt for the legendary stone to bring back his deceased first love. He had perfectly simulated her personality in the virtual world and all that was left was to give her a life of her own.

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,

“Is that the ship?” “Do you not like it?” replied Miko. “It is a Vessel Interaction Intelligence. I wanted a talking ship, and so I installed one myself. I can deactivate it, if it bothers you.” “Nono, it’s fine. Could it maybe not be a guy? I mean, it’s kinda weird to hear the Spirit of Amelia as a dude, you know? Or is that just me?” “Hmm, I do not believe it matters. But we can change it however we want. The package comes with multiple voices.”

He raised his head, pointed in two sides, covered in fur, a pair of eyes glowing in red, ablaze, hatred is written all over his face. While lifting his fists, his claws sharply grew-He is not just a kid but a humanoid beast, while the distortion covers his mouth- it made him able to speak non-gibberish words. He hauled his furry hands, trenchant claws in front of them. ‘’Hold it! We will not hurt you. I know you have deep hatred for humans but I am not a human, I Imimu-Zaru is a minim.’’

“Sure. Why not?” Mim looks disappointed but then does a full body shake, starting with her head and her outstretched arms until she’s running in place for a few steps, like she’s literally trying to shake something off of her body. I hide my mouth with my free hand, still grasping my orange with the other hand. “All right. Your turn,” she says.

From the far end of the hallway emerged two figures—Resistance soldiers, faces grim. But one of them wasn’t blinking. Ivy's heart jumped. "Don't move," Asher warned, raising his weapon. The second soldier lunged—too fast, too smooth. The mimic. It dropped its disguise mid-leap, revealing a swirling, featureless face with Ivy’s reflection glimmering in its surface. Asher fired three times—once to the chest, once to the head, once to the wall behind it. The mimic shrieked as it hit the ground, spasming before dissolving into ash.

she asked, her voice tinged with intrigue. Simon knew he had to be cautious. He looked into her eyes, his gaze smoldering, and replied, "No, I'm not a werewolf. Just a regular human, I assure you." Jasmine nodded, somewhat convinced, and smiled warmly. "Well, I'm Jasmine. Nice to meet you." She extended her hand. Simon took her hand gently, his touch electric. "I'm Simon. A pleasure, Jasmine." He was about to lean in closer to her when he saw Mara walking toward them.

the others replied, "yeah." "Hey, that... that was a joke," he spoke. Seeing that no one's laughing, Lani stood up and walked in front of them. "Now this one is the real one," she stated. "Simon, did you forget that today's your Science Fair? Aren't you the one expected to present the best invention?" "It... It is?!" he gasped. "Oh, no! What am I supposed to do? My invention... it's... it's ruined!"

The man's face now bore another impression, darker yet full of admiration. "So, you finally got up too," Andhara said, her tone containing something Enne couldn't understand. The man took a step back, then his body began to change. In a matter of seconds, before Enne now stood a large, sturdy black wolf, much larger than herself. Enne gasped, but he had no time to back away. The black wolf before him stared at him with eyes full of power, as if nothing could stop him. At the same time, a soft voice whispered in her head, a voice filled with authority yet familiarity. It was Lynx, reminding her in short but meaningful words.