Isamu Mimic Novels & Stories

"They know Lexi, don't worry. These are't the same Mimic's as the undeveloped ones that scavenge here. They've eaten enough and experienced enough to be as intelligent as you or I. They just prefer this form." Lexi turned back to watch the pulsating masses of fluid begin to form their bodies into distinctly human looking forms with various features, melding their clothes to match the style of the Dark Magick users that they had encountered so far. She had to admit that mimics really were incredibly talented when it came to this, and the fact that they were now conversing casually with the transformed daemons alongside them in clear and cohesive speech astounded her. "Do they speak other lang

He is our other half, and we are his,' the voice explains. This makes no sense! How is this even possible? I'm human and I'm hearing voices in my head—Oh God! I'm schitzo, aren't I? That has to be it, I think, finally coming to a stop at a stream running through the thick forest floor. The image of a white wolf reflects back at me, where my reflection should be. This can't be real, I think, completely in denial of what is right in front of me. 'It is very real, Amaris. You, we, are a wolf.'

pure , raw and animalistic one . A vulgar smile curved his mouth " now let's get this bra off as well "

Massimo * Isla's eyes widened when I told her I wanted them to break Amelia’s any bones but not her neck bone or anything above it. "How can you be so cruel, Simo?" She asked in fear. "That too, with your mate. You do know that if anything happens to her, then your wolf will become weak." "I know, but it's a one-time thing. Just like pushing the pup at the time of pregnancy. There is almost no pain once the pup is born. And didn’t you say that if I’m the one who ruined everything, then I should be punishing myself for that, right?"

I stated the knowledge that I had, and honestly didn’t even know much about werewolves at all, other than they existed. “Well, it’s not just creatures.” Simon said, and raised his arms above his head. Pulling at them, at if he was stretching out the muscles. “My species mimics what’s around them. That means, I can shift into an exact copy of the people and creatures around me, but only if I have physically touched them. No more, and no less.” I nodded, having a basic understanding of what he was explaining to me. He reached out and brushed his fingers down the skin of my arm, so fast I wouldn’t have even noticed if I had not of been staring right at him.