Isamu Mimic Novels & Stories

It wasn’t surrender. It was supplication. These mimics weren’t like the predator in Jakarta. They hadn’t evolved past control. They were stalled, locked in some intermediate phase between command and autonomy. And they thought Riven was the bridge. Riven asked, “Who gave you your last order?” The female mimic replied: “We were told to become perfect.” “We failed.” “So we wait.” Riven frowned. “For what?” “The second choice.” Marra whispered, “This is a trap.” Solin nodded.

Luna said "What? I'll come with you." "Stay here; perhaps later, you will be damned with that weapon." Luna would have gotten up, but Simon stopped her. Simon grabbed her wrist. "What?" Luna asked "I'm immortal; you're not." "Haist, all right, go ahead," Luna said

"But...but...you can still save your people. A little token in return is all I ask to seal my lips." "I will send your head back to your Igwe." Ikemefuna beat his chest and groaned like a wounded dog, "We are one. We are fearless. We are, Umu Ejima (children of Ejima), we cried, we shrieked, we screamed and the God of gods answered. Nothing can overcome us, not even the king of Ame." "Umu Ejima you say?" Ume asked. "Haha, you sound surprised." "Because I am" Ume whispered as he tried to place two and two together. "How can that be? I know a woman called Ejima. She never had a child of her own."

Simon was taken aback to see a tall, muscular man leaning against his kitchen sink, sporting the tattooed heads of two sharks that extended from his shoulders to his bare chest. "What the hell?!" he exclaimed, narrowing his grip on Paulina. "Who are you, and what are you doing in my house?" "My name is Isaque Lambertini," the man said, wiping his hands on a towel before extending it. "The mermaid called me to fix the sink." "Mermaid...?" Simon asked, confused, ignoring the extended hand. "Yes," Isaque shrugged and pointed to Paulina. "The pretty girl who likes to hum. And you're her fiancé, Nat-whatever, I assume."

“I think I must clarify who I truly am first. As you could tell from what happened on the ship, I am not a human. I am actually a merman.” Charlotte was not surprised by that confession, but Marina was and also felt confused. If Ismael was a merman, how did he not have any difficulties moving or live on land as she did? But before she could ask any of these questions, Ismael kept talking. “Now, I must clarify that I am not a regular merman. I was trained to live as a human for long periods, and all with only one purpose: to keep safe every creature of the ocean from the humans.” Now both girls were truly confused after this statement.

I snapped my gaze at him as I tried to decipher his words. “You mean they weren’t who they claimed to be? But wouldn’t someone have recognized them?” Both Finn and Ivan were quiet. “We weren’t looking for it. Someone could have come in and pretended. None of us asked the hard questions or really talked enough to make them give themselves away.” Finn clicked his tongue angrily. “It could have been a fucking mimic.” A mimic was a creature that little was known about. They were closely related to ghosts but their nature was associated with demons, yet their magic was similar to a fairy. They had the uncanny ability to ‘mimic’ any appearance of any creature. This included copying their voice and

she said. “She was fighting.” I looked up. The mimic stared past me. “She fought for the part of the prophecy that couldn’t be controlled,” she said. “The part that we are.” I nodded. “She loved you,” the mimic added. “You saw that?” “She left it in me.” I took some in. After that, "You are not a threat." “No,” the mimic said. “But I am a reminder.” In the war room, Mara appeared at dawn. Uninvited.

AS OUR DRAMA TEACHER went over the classroom rules, I had to keep my hand over my mouth so that I didn't burst out giggling. Isaac mimicked the teacher with amazing accuracy. If he didn't go anywhere with his singing, he definitely had a career in acting. But apparently, the rest of the class wasn't as talented. Their reactions eventually tipped off the teacher.

The mimic shrieked, its form destabilizing, Jack's face melting into grey static. The second mimic, wearing Katherine's face, lunged from behind. Jack caught its wrist with the right gauntlet and pumped Origin energy into the contact point. The false Katherine's features dissolved, revealing the emptiness beneath. The third mimic, the Marcus-copy, was smarter. It didn't attack. It ran. "Aaliyah! Track it!" "Heading for sub-level nine! It's going for the Source Code interface terminal!" Jack pursued, the gauntlets burning on his hands, the compass guiding him through corridors that the mimic was subtly warping as it fled, stretching hallways and rotating junctions in an attempt to confuse his

I replied. The mimic laughed softly. “She will if she believes the voice belongs to you.” My breath froze. “No,” I whispered. “Yes,” she said again. “He can copy any voice he wants. Including yours.” Melissa’s voice echoed again through the chamber. “Jamal…” I looked up. “I am here. Keep talking to me.” The mimic stepped closer. “How will she know which voice is the real one.” A second voice filled the chamber. My voice. But I had not spoken.