Mimic Knight Novels & Stories

I lifted an eyebrow and stared at her. ”You don't know who I am but if you did you would understand.” I rushed out. ”I’m not rejecting you.” She lifted her chin, stuck in her way. Stubborn and defiant as I took in every detail of her face. Something in me melted away but I couldn't respond to the part of me that did. ”I, Amber Knight, accept-” ”Did you say Knight?” I cut her off, my eyes growing twice the size. ”You’re Amber Knight? The Alphas sister,” this couldn't be.

Knight thought out loud with a frown, getting back to his track of thought, "I assume the goal was a scandal and therefore his reputation, but..." "I should have known..." Simon shook his head with a defeated sigh. "Known what?" Knight blinked in confusion. "That you are thinking about your little mate again!" Knight burst into laughter. "Why, are you jealous, cute little Simon?" Knight teased and got himself a flying wood. "I have a mate!" Simon rolled his eyes. He was one of the few that was allowed in Knight's little pack to have a family. Usually, Knight would try to find a pack for a member to settle in if they started a family.

I didn’t care for the moment; I had one spell in mind; In oblivione scissa. My eyes turned sharper and I was like with Lilith, aware of everything he did. The knights distanced themselves from us, letting me battle freely. As he attempted to slay my chest, I crouched and said the spell with my sword going to his heart. The spell did the trick but his sword already scratched my elbow before he returned to his senses. I fell down exhausted. Mimi was strong if she could stop something like this. I sighed in relief as he fell unconscious. “What did you do?” the Duke’s personal knight said.

The mimic turned toward us again. Liam and Aleksander blocked it, both of them swinging with everything they had. But the mimic didn’t fight like a person. It moved like a prediction. Every punch Liam threw, it dodged before the punch even came. Every time Aleksander grabbed for its arm, it bent its body at strange angles and slipped out like a shadow. Xves joined them then, his movements sharper, faster, more precise. But even he couldn’t fully catch it. It was like fighting a mirror that already knew your next move.

Instead, it is Migel who lays on the ground, unmoving, while blood pours from a large hole in his skull. “You!” I snarl, beginning to shit. “FUCKING BASTARD!” As I make to attack, an arm wraps around my throat and begins to pull me while I snap and writhe in an attempt to break free. ‘Let go!’ I hiss through mindlink. ‘I’m going to…’ ‘You’re not going to do anything,’ Knight snaps. ‘Migel knew what he was getting himself into when he agreed to help you. Now don’t let his sacrifice be for nothing! Stop fighting so we can get the hell out of here!’

“The mimic attacked me—it knew the inside of the wards!” Elias cursed. “Then it’s already—” A blade sliced through the air. Straight at Serena. She ducked—but not fast enough. Blood splashed her cheek. Elias shoved her aside, grabbing the attacker. Theron—but not really. The mimic. Its skin rippled, features flickering like candlelight in a storm. “Too late,” it rasped. Chaos erupted. Kael tackled the creature from behind. Caine blocked a second dagger flying toward Mira.

The knights are out but from the renovation it is obvious they would be back. Moving with my head hanging low and my hands folded I stumbled upon an iron surface, a ting of pain as I looked up , meeting with that of an emerald pair, the face void of a smile. Anakim, the one who seems to despise the sight of me. The iron surface, his knights' regalia. In a world filled with foes he has managed to top them all. He never hesitates to cast me the deadliest glares, he wasn't the most delighted to hear of the news of me becoming a Royal's closest maid servant.

Every tree, every rock, every gust of wind seemed to whisper of dangers lurking just beyond the horizon. Lia’s wrist-mark had been flaring with more intensity over the past few days, the power within her growing stronger, and yet more volatile. The strange "Mirror Soul" ability—this gift, or curse—was becoming harder to control. Every time she replicated magic, it drained her energy, leaving her weak and vulnerable. But she couldn’t stop. The Heart of the Greykin was still out there, and it was the only hope for her people. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

I ran my hands through his hair screaming his name. "Yes.. yes.." I groaned as he grabbed my ass. He turned my body around and started to thrust my body from the back. He squeezed both of my breast hard and he released himself inside of me. He turned my body around and kissed my lips hard. "M.I.N.E" He smirked.

she then asked in a teasing manner. She tried to assess the person who was seated in front of her, studying his features carefully. Arthur Knight, the CEO of A. K. Media, has a strong angular face and his dark hair was swept carelessly, parting at the sides. Long dark lashes hid pale blue eyes, the shape and colour were a familiar sight to her. The Knight siblings were all blessed with almond shaped and light blue eyes which were similar to Abigail's. He has strong broad shoulders, probably broader than Aaron's and if he worked out as hard as his womanising brother, a sculpted and lithe body should be hidden underneath that white and pristine Ralph Lauren shirt.