Mimic Book Novels & Stories

Maybe the facade only looks small with the help of optical illusion. I didn't speak. I looked around and there were many books scattered there. There is also a cauldron over the fire inside the fireplace. Something was brewing and the ladle was spinning and mixing the liquid. I tried not to be amazed but even so, I was still amazed by everything I was seeing. "Sicario, is he the one you say is your grandson?" Merlin asked Grandpa. Grandpa smiled. He looks proud like I am some kind of a prized possession.

Chapter 144. Alpha Lucien’s Pov. I froze. My eyes widened, my grip on the book tightening until my knuckles were white. My chest raced as I stared at the words again and again, trying to comprehend them. I turned to Imani, my voice almost a whisper. “Is… is everything in this book… correct?” She nodded, her hand still shaking. “Yes, Alpha Lucian. Everything here is true.” My gaze darted to Mila. She looked stunned. Then I handed the book to her.

“We burned the body. This thing shouldn’t be alive.” I crouched down. No signs of struggle. No broken lock. Just… emptiness. And on the wall, scratched in a frenzied clawing: “You brought it home with you.” — Hurrying back upstairs, I found Sienna and Caleb halfway through breakfast, a tranquility heavy in the air. She looked up, eyes narrowing. “What is it now?” “The mimic escaped,” I said, adrenaline spiking. Sienna shot up. “No. I saw it die—”

I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral. Mimi smirked. "Oh, I see. Trying to be the good little helper, aren't you?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my cool. "I'm just doing what the Alpha asked me to do," I said, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. "It's not like I want to be here," I said through clenched teeth. Mimi just laughed, clearly enjoying the power she had over me. "Well, I hope you're ready for what's coming, halfling. It's going to be a bumpy ride," she said with a smirk. "We both know who he wants to have his revenge on.”

Suddenly, the book flipped open and the pages began to flutter back and forth. I stood up in shock, knocking my chair over as I did. The sound of the chair clattering against the floor broke Miriam from her thoughts. She grinned as she saw the book, laying open to a page labeled "Hybrids". "Miriam." I sputtered. "What was that? That book just moved and flipped pages on its own. That's not any kind of fae magic I've ever seen." She looked at me, amusement in her eyes. "I told you, it's my book, it responds to me. I'm spirit fae, and while I may not know much about what that means, I do know that I have a connection to dark magic."

"I'm a vampire, Mo, and you are a living corpse. That's the only term I've ever known for. The man from the castle had long been a vampire before he saw me. I'm not sure why or how, but as a part of some sick game, he decided to clone himself. He looked exactly like me- but we were too different people, in plans and character". His name is Edmond! My shoulders slumped, could it really be? Could all of this just be a sick game of fate? My mind buzzed.

Instead, I clapped my hands together. A wave of Grey Flame erupted from my palms—not as a fire, but as a **reformatting command**. The shockwave hit the mimic mid-air. The girl's form didn't explode; it *de-rezzed*. The skin peeled away into square pixels, revealing the terrifying endoskeleton of glass and wire beneath. It hit the wall behind me, shattering into a thousand fragments of harmless data. But there were eleven more. "The transition is inevitable," the mimics said in unison, their voices overlapping into a sickening drone. "The Prime Mother has already begun the overwrite. Look outside, Weaver. See your new world."

Ace was a little confused as to why this woman was sitting in the empty chair in front of him. Ace glanced up, his curiosity piqued by the unexpected intrusion. His gaze narrowed as he observed the woman, his expression guarded as he reached for the folder. Who is this woman? How did she receive this? Flipping it open, his eyes widened in recognition as he scanned the contents within—George's name emblazoned across the top in bold letters. As he dove deeper into the dossier, his lips curled into a sinister smile, a predatory gleam flickering in his eyes. The woman watched him closely, her own expression inscrutable as she awaited his reaction.

Sometimes, I notice that I'm also becoming a little stupid without realizing it. "Ah, because I read a story in a book. This is how the story is described." I just answered him. I'm not lying because Breaking Dawn is a book, it was made into a show. I had a book that I bought at the book sale because the new one was too expensive so I bought it secondhand. It's still the same, and there's no difference. The only difference is that the ones in Fully Book and NBS are set with a case. "Tell me about this story." He looked at me as if he was interested in the story I read. I didn't blink at him because he was behind me so I wasn't sure of his expression. Whether it's smiling or still blank.

Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to normal life. As she began to read, she suddenly slowed down. She went back and read it again. Then again. Her heart started beating with hope. She could tell right away that this book was very different than the others. This, of all the books, felt the most real to her, the most scholarly, the most impartial. It wasn’t filled with hyperbole and myth and wild stories told by grandmothers. This one was written, paradoxically, by a bishop, in the 16th century. Also a doctor, he had seen dozens of inexplicable cases of cor