Mimic Knight Novels & Stories

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,

“This ugly motherfucker is a Drathos Beast. Scaled and resistant to most blades. But it’s slow. Stupid. There’s a gland beneath the tail joint. Hit it with fire or lightning, it’ll detonate. Boom. Pretty colors.” He turned to the third one, his expression darkening slightly. “And this… this is a Mire Walker. The worst. It mimics emotions, faces, even voices. It’s the only one that can speak. Don’t listen to it. Don’t look it in the eyes. You stab it in the heart, and you do it fast.” Every word he spoke sent shivers down my spine. Not from fear. From lust. He wasn’t just knowledgeable, he was confident. Tactical. Deadly.

Her eyes flashed in all directions, and she caught Racheal glaring at her with a puzzled look before retracting her gaze and faking a smile to hide her surprise. With a final bow to Micah, the knight returned to the arena, trotting on his black horse. He stood before his opponent, then slowly wore his helmet back to protect his face. But before Micah could fully recover her composure, the second knight approached. His armor gleamed no less proudly, and his bearing was steady as stone. He came to stand before the king and queen, his voice firm though touched with reverence. "Your Grace," he said, bowing deeply, "that I may bear your favor, that I might fight with your blessing?"

she said. “She was fighting.” I looked up. The mimic stared past me. “She fought for the part of the prophecy that couldn’t be controlled,” she said. “The part that we are.” I nodded. “She loved you,” the mimic added. “You saw that?” “She left it in me.” I took some in. After that, "You are not a threat." “No,” the mimic said. “But I am a reminder.” In the war room, Mara appeared at dawn. Uninvited.

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.

Knight's presence greeted me as I entered, his voice laden with disapproval. "You're wrong for planning to throw that ball, Lucius," he admonished, his tone laced with frustration. "Pretending as if you haven't found your mate already and treating her like she's nothing but a pawn." His words struck a nerve, igniting a spark of defiance within me. "It's not about pretending," I retorted, my voice edged with frustration. "It's about maintaining the stability of the pack." We sparred verbally, each word a jab aimed at the heart of our differences. Knight's loyalty to me was unwavering, yet his unwavering commitment to honor and integrity often clashed with my own decisions.

Nate jabs his elbow mercilessly direct on Killer's exposed ribcage, hitting hard as much as he can. The crowd goes haywire, chanting Nate's nickname as he pummels again and again into Killer, the both of them grunting and struggling against each other on the ground. Killer is obviously gassing out, his squirms growing sloppier with each strike of Nate's elbow. He shifts, his exposed rib side unable to continue absorbing more of Nate's blows anymore. Instantly, Nate pulls out his other leg and subdues Killer into a chokehold, clamping his arms around Killer's neck and pulling hard.

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.