Mimic Knight Novels & Stories

Standing in the doorway was a man. He was tall, wearing a suit that looked like it was made of shadows. But his face... his face was half-finished. One side was a handsome, smiling man. The other side was a rough, grey mesh of wireframes and uncolored skin. He held a sword that was dripping with black ink. "I remember you," I breathed, my heart cold. "You should," the man said. His voice sounded like two different recordings playing at the same time. "I was the **Original Knight**. Before Rowan. Before the 'Donor' system. I was the one they built for Season 1, Episode 1."

"I'm here to---" "Do I know you?" C.C exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise as she recognized the handsome man in their office. Mia and Lena turned to her, their faces filled with confusion. "You know this arrogant guy, C.C?" Mia asked, her voice laced with disbelief. C.C stepped closer to Onyx, who was smiling at them. "Onyx Samaniego, the fifth Knight. What's a Knight doing here?" C.C asked, her voice filled with surprise. "Y-you're a Knight?" Lena asked, her voice filled with awe. Onyx smiled at them, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

I nodded, making my way to my quarters to get dressed. After a quick change, I headed outside for a run before training. By the time I reached the training grounds, Simon was already waiting along with my trio of guards, whom I now mentally dubbed the M-uskateers. But there was also a fifth figure with them—a tall, dark-haired man I didn’t recognize. Simon waved me over. “Miria, meet Martin, Michael, and Mika.” He motioned toward the trio, each of them nodding in turn, and I smiled back, amused by my own little nickname for them.

An old baritone voice command me, yes its command! I turned to the man who spoke and my eyes almost popped out when I saw what it looked like, it was like I was in the future where I saw the old version of Knight! From the baritone voice, to the perfect tip of its nose and jaw line they are like a fruit that has been cut. "H-hello good day, Sir," I clear my throat as I stutter. I don’t know but since meeting Knight I’ve started to stutter! “How are you?” I ask out of nowhere.

"That's it!!" "What?" Brandon asked, turning his attention back to her. "That's who you remind me of! Except when you get mad, you don't turn green, you turn red," she choked out. She jumped up from the bed and hunched her shoulders. "I'm BT aka the Boston Terror, and you wouldn't like me when I'm angry!" she mimicked, with a perfect impersonation of Brandon's thick accent. "Aahh, I'll kill you!" she said as she flexed her tiny arms, reminiscent of the Hulk.

His voice echoed throughout the room in a clear and commanding tone that was unexpected from a child whose origins were a mere village in the middle of nowhere. "Are people's lives merely a game to you?! You couldn't be more wrong when you said that His Royal Highness treats his people like mere chess pieces!" Mikhail burst out, his face a crimson red as the nerves on his forehead grew more visible. "You imbecile! You dare..." the Knight voiced out grabbing hold of the hilt of his sword, preparing to draw it from its scabbard.

The door flies open and two Silver Hunters stare at me through their helmets. “Looks like we missed one,” the first one–a man–says. He advances on me, but the other Silver Hunter throws an arm across his chest. “It’s her,” she says. “The one from the courtyard.” The man hesitates, and I see the fear in both their eyes. I raise my chin, my confidence growing. When they attack, I’m more than ready for them. The man comes at me with his sword raised, but I duck it and kick him in the stomach. He doubles over, and I deliver a blow to his face with my fist.

The bay doors opened as the marines take in the luscious scenery of forests, oceans, and mountains. Some of them took off their helmets as the vast scenery of Ren'veil swept the hearts of each warrior, as though they had fallen in love for the first time. One of Kent's close allies and friends aboard the Night Hawk, Clayton Carmive, is the Resident muscle of the Strike team. He often wore a Generation 4 Tactical Knight armor – Heavy Herculio. Like Rex's suit, it is also equipped with jump-kit boosters, gravity boots, and a grappling hook gun. The suit can be compared to a behemoth in terms of size due to its base design was derived from the heavy knights during Terran Age 2942 in Xheronian t

"It wants me to rebuild the Ouroboros Clan. To become their king." He gripped my wrist, his thumb brushing the plague. "We'll cut it out." "You can't." I pulled free. "But maybe I can *use* it." --- **KELLY'S POV** The mimic returned at the full moon, dragging a retinue of plague-twisted wolves. Their howls harmonized with Eden's silver magic, a chorus that shattered windows and split stone. *"Give us the king,"* the mimic demanded, *"or we'll carve him from your ribs."*