Mimic 4 Novels & Stories

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

Mia, from the second row, said, very quietly, "He wasn't wrong." "Reset," Ava said. They reset. She ran the transition three more times. On the fourth she made a minor adjustment to the entry angle of the back formation, a small shift, unannounced, that had nothing to do with anything Mason had said, and the transition ran clean. Mia said nothing. Sofia said nothing. Ava kept her face exactly where it was. After practice she found Noah in the corridor outside the gym, waiting with his practice bag over his shoulder and the particular patience of someone who had been there long enough to have settled into it.

“Because that voice from the speaker earlier sounded a lot like the one you used when you thought no one was listening.” The room stilled. Asher stepped forward, holding up a scanner. “We developed this weeks ago. It detects mimic frequencies. If you’re clean, you’ll pass.” Marla stared at him, unmoved. He activated the device. It beeped. Once. Twice. Then screamed with red lights. Marla smirked. “You’re too late.” Then her body convulsed, cracking and contorting. Bones snapped. Her skin liquified into a smooth, obsidian shell before shattering into shards.

Solin nodded. But Cael said, “What if it’s not?” Riven looked at the female mimic. “Can you choose?” It hesitated. Then, very slowly: “We remember the shape of choice.” That’s when the lights dimmed. And the real problem arrived. Another mimic dropped from the rafters — larger, armored, four limbs instead of two. Its body glistened with wet plating. Its face was blank — no mouth, no eyes. It moved like a snake wearing a man’s skin.

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,

silences, the voice that whispered in the shower, the voice that screamed into pillows when the grief became too large for the body that contained it. "You've been avoiding me," the mimic said. It smiled, and the smile was wrong too—it was too knowing, too patient, too much like a predator that has finally cornered prey too tired to run. "But you can't avoid me here. This is where I've always lived. Inside the parts of you that you don't let anyone see."

End of Chapter Forty ––––––––––––––– Mira gains access to a deeper layer of the Circle’s control grid, which is Project Requiem and it's designed to manipulate her through Echo. But instead of retreating, she uses a painful memory as a key to unlock a critical simulation node. The war is no longer just one of resistance, it’s reprogramming, and Mira is rewriting the map.

“This ugly motherfucker is a Drathos Beast. Scaled and resistant to most blades. But it’s slow. Stupid. There’s a gland beneath the tail joint. Hit it with fire or lightning, it’ll detonate. Boom. Pretty colors.” He turned to the third one, his expression darkening slightly. “And this… this is a Mire Walker. The worst. It mimics emotions, faces, even voices. It’s the only one that can speak. Don’t listen to it. Don’t look it in the eyes. You stab it in the heart, and you do it fast.” Every word he spoke sent shivers down my spine. Not from fear. From lust. He wasn’t just knowledgeable, he was confident. Tactical. Deadly.

“Not until it finishes the replacement sequence.” The mimic crouched on the wall like an animal ready to strike. Its voice came next. Perfect. Soft. And my voice. “Maya,” it whispered. My blood ran cold. Liam cursed loudly. “It copied her already” Xves shook his head. “Not fully. That’s only the first layer.” I didn’t understand. My voice shook. “How many layers are there” He finally looked at me. “Seven.” The mimic dropped from the wall without warning and landed on its feet like a shadow hitting water.

She cried, but the Alpha licked her tears seductively. “I know its big but trust me, you can take it for sure, sweet little mocha.” He whispered and without notice, he thrust deeply inside her.