Mimic Knight Novels & Stories

Maxine paused and looked at Thea. “Excalibur is the symbol of knights. Acquiring it will mean gaining the authority to control knights. Do you know what knights are?” Thea shook her head. Maxine explained, “In Eyrothia, the status of knights is equivalent to that of ancient martial artists of Sol.” Hearing this, Thea was intrigued. Maxine stood up and explained, “The International Martial Arts Conference will be held in ten days on Mount Olympus, located in Durandal.” After speaking, Maxine stood up and left.

He didn't even show his true colors as the heirloom of two Gods and one of the strongest former demon lords in hell. "Anala Sword; holy flame technique!" BURN!

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

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.

"They must be truly desperate." "Those aren't ordinary soldiers," Serena warned. "Those are hunter-knights, trained specifically to combat supernatural threats. Their weapons are blessed by the Grand Inquisitor himself. Even with the Soulstone's power, you'd be wise to avoid direct confrontation." The Shadow Knight studied the approaching force. Twenty riders, each representing the pinnacle of the Light's martial prowess. They moved with disciplined precision, scanning the terrain with the practiced efficiency of predators tracking prey.

Amor, Hikari, and Morfan saw him come to me. “The five people that prince Hikari will train with his Kazumi skills are — Lexi, former knight Arki’s younger sister and my lady-in-waiting. Vance…” I gestured to Vance. “… my knight. Former trainer of the pack warriors, Daffer Mortigo. Head maids’ daughter, Zea Murhum. And the fifth and the last person who would train under you is very special, so please take an excellent care of him — Morfan, the beta of the pack.”

the knight muttered, "This is a misunderstanding. How about you let me go so we talk this out" "Theres nothing to talk about. And i have a clear understanding of the situation" Morgan told him, "You were captured by the yetis and i for trespassing. You should know your kind is forbidden here. You Dornish pigs" "Yeah the Dornish are pigs but im not a Dornish knight" said knight. "You're a knight right? You're dressed like one" Morgan said. "Well sort of" the knight said. Morgan sighed,"You're all the same to me. You're all scum"

“This night have been so special.” “You’re always welcome,” He said. “I’m glad you liked it.” I smiled at him and gave him my purest thanks. I won’t forget this night with him, I felt like I was a princess and he was my knight. My knight in shining suit, that is. “Do you want to head home now?” He said. “It’s about to get late already and you still have work for tomorrow.” “Yes,” I said. “I think that would be the best thing to do right now.”

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."

What made him think I will be talking to them with mercy? Did we get lost in translation? Is this a communication barrier? Such a misunderstanding! And how could we have such a young knight?! this is child labor! "How old are you!?" I asked in a serious voice. The young knight straightened his back and answered like a well trained soldier. "Simon, son of Patra! Twelve years old, and currently a lowly knight, milady." I was more shocked. Not just because of his age but also because of his name! I heard that name from Mary! And I'm sure I can't be wrong because I remember it perfectly.