Mimic Knight Novels & Stories

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

And then the man who is called Carson stood up and started presenting with a fake confidence under the scrutiny of their Ceo. ********* “That’s it for today, I'll see you next week” Meredith felt a nudge on her knees and she scampered in shock scattering her things to the floor. The lights were back on and she had to blink many times to make her vision clear. When she could see clearly, her heart got stuck in her throat because of the set of blue eyes that were staring at her with no emotion. Just plain rude and cold. She blinked again to see if it was a dream. She couldn't be hallucinating right now, her mind can't be playing tricks on her. Staring right through her soul is none other than

"Goodmorning ladies and Gentlemen!..." I commence. Every eyes were fixed on me and flashes started to appear. "I am Knight Alfaro Archangel, your Prince Alpha and the son of the King Alpha Kade Alfaro Archangel. Tonight, I am here to clarify the intent of the weekly mating event that I have conducted and is at its process of execution." I took a remote and turn my body slantly tot he side where the big Projector is on. I have prepared a presentation of my own because this is part of my job- providing clarity.

I grab his face with my left hand and force him to look in the mirror I have set up here and I lock eyes with him in the mirror. "This is so that you can watch what I do to you" I mumble as his eyes widen and he tries to turn his face the other way to which he fails at and I keep my grip on his face as I bring my right hand up to the side of his face and steady the knife in place and plunge in through his skin as he screams. He squirms in the seat but the chains I have him tied down to restrain him from doing so. "Not a very manly scream you have," I say as I push the knife into his skin even more and he closes his eyes

There are three types of Knights in the association: (1) the High Knights who were the ones closest to the royal family of the Laera Kingdom; (2) the warriors, the Knights who received missions from the High Knights through the Head of the Knights Association, and; (3) the mentors, who mold the Knights for three years into strong, capable warriors. Major Dylan watched horrified as his students charged at the water clone. Leon created dozens of his own which dog piled the Aidan water clone. Sophia, Zain, and the real Leon ran around the wiggling mass of magic clones and shot towards the real Aidan holding him captive.

“But are you two for real hanging out with the future knight and his beta?” “The future who?” I questioned raising my brows as Ostana looked towards me in confusion. Pointing a finger, the shorter one smiled and blushed, following her line of sight, sure enough - she was pointing at the backs of Laker and Emrys. “Future Knight of the King’s army, you know the hot tall one with black hair,”

The sheer power of it cracked stone. Mira raised her staff, hurling a bolt of shadow. It struck the armor—and fizzled out, absorbed into the runes. “Not good,” she muttered, backing away. Kaelen pressed forward again, muscles screaming. He drove his blade at the knight’s chest, but it was parried with casual ease. The greatblade slammed into his guard, flinging him sideways. He crashed against the wall, vision swimming. Blood filled his mouth. Aric lunged, claws striking sparks on the armor, teeth snapping for the throat. The knight caught him mid-air with a single backhand, sending him tumbling across the cavern floor. He landed hard, unmoving for a breath.

I peeked at Maverick's face as I said, "You said I'm supposed to have a personal knight. Does that mean you have one too?" He nodded. "Yes. Timothy is a close friend and my personal knight. I trust him with my life." That was certainly a strong recommendation as any. "I would have liked to have him become your personal knight, but I need him by my side." "I won't take your personal knight," I said immediately. Now I was beginning to have an idea of what to expect from personal knights, but I would have to experience it firsthand or do some research to be sure. I cringed at the idea of having to read.

Wondering, he hugs her back, then slightly push her away and walks towards Emily. “How is she, Millie?” he asked coldly. “She’s critical, alpha….” Millie answered. Drake pulled out the antidote in his pocket and handed it to Millie. “Is this the antidote for the poison? We met some rouges upon rushing to the royal house.” Millie checked the antidote, but her forehead knitted and rushed towards the alpha. “Alpha! Alpha!” she called. “The antidote is not real! It was a fake antidote!” she informed.

The Counter-Attack But the "Final Cut" Liling-Mimic didn't vanish. Her face twisted into an expression of pure, human-like rage—the "Envy" of the Anonymous finally surfacing. "If you want the Truth," she hissed, her body beginning to expand into a towering mass of liquid-carbon blades, "then the Truth is that The Heir must die for the many to live." The Spire began to shake. Outside, the millions of Mimics in the streets let out a synchronized scream. They weren't actors anymore. They were The Discordance.