Mimic Knight Novels & Stories

Levi's attention was now secured on me as I tried not to squirm under his gaze. "You must be Mykel's Luna. I didn't get to properly introduce myself, I'm Leville Knight. You're quite beautiful, I wouldn't think twice about taking you away and making you mine." For a second I thought my ears were playing tricks on me. My lips parted slightly as I looked at Mykel who was already standing and growling at Levi. I stood up to calm him down but our pack was now copying his actions. Before you know it the entire room was filled with growls and I was afraid of what would happen next.

He came and knelt. ''Train with me''. He was hesitant to, but he later agreed. We sparred for a few minutes, using the new techniques and moves I learnt from the soldiers training, to defeat him. Although it wasn't easy, because surprisingly, he was good. Breathing heavily, I asked him, ''What's your name''? ''Adrian, Your Majesty. I'm a part of the recruits'' He said, answering my next question. I shook my head. He was good. I sent him back to his post and went for a walk in the garden. I loves the sunflowers. They reminded me of Anita.

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.

Siron replied. “True. Oh, by the way,” Stefan lowered his voice. “I found Gideon’s secret notebook about the Dark Guardians. There’s information about the second one; he’s called ‘The Mimic.’ He can perfectly copy people’s auras and memories. He’s almost impossible to detect.” Siron froze. “The Mimic?” “Yes. And according to Gideon, the only way to expose him is by trapping him in a memory contradiction.” Stefan looked at him intently. “Do you want to read it? The notebook is in my room.”

The knights stationed inside broke out into a murmur between themselves. "Knights of Lunaris!" The room immediately became silent as the ruler of Lunaris stood tall and dignified. "Tonight, we must lay down our lives and protect our realm. Slay those treacherous beasts!" commanded Luna's father. The knights', who filled the throne, hearts swelled with pride and loyalty, ready to follow their righteous leader into battle. "Ruler of Lunaris, I'm Zain, second prince of Militum."

The guard cast a bewildered, slightly terrified, look at Maverick, who shook his head in warning. “I did that on purpose to cheer you up. Did it work?” Knight bounced on his feet, which looked absurd since he was wearing a blacked-out suit with his hair slicked back and shirt unbuttoned to display his inked chest. “Tell me it worked, or I’ll do it again and again—” “Alright, it worked.” I added this part over the mind-link. “Now stop spinning me around before I freeze time and stab you with an old school prison shank. Pretty sure I can conjure one of those."

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

Somebody whom I should be able to trust with my life and yet respect? A maid now came out practically at once, sliding rocket-like over the hall. She curtly bowed, then spoke. Your Highness, the knight is called and is waiting on you. I breathed deeply and got myself straight as Rowan leaned his head. The seconds passed, and with each stroke of the clock they seemed immeasurably long. Then, the door opened.

They don't have guns, they just have baseball bats and sharp objects. My knees were shaking as I watched. I also noticed that Xanti was stunned, maybe he didn't expect that. I was frozen in place before my mouth was held. When those men ran and they each had a target man. I watch them how to fight. Gavin was very fast and I could hardly see him because of his speed, while Xanti was like he was not moving from his place and was just hitting the man who was approaching him. He doesn't use his hand and only hits them using his feet on the neck causing those who approach him to fall asleep quickly.