Mimic Knight Novels & Stories

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.

She shouted, Kevin also looked at the back and found that Jenny was not with them. RK was coming closer and blinking his eyes many times, he wiped his eyes with his suit's sleeves and said: "My friend has already caught her, now it's your turn." Kevin and Sohu were stepping backward. Kevin said in his disguise voice "You should help your friend because he is not compatible with Jenny without a gun because she knows combat, she had black belt." RK smiled devilishly and said, "At the moment you should worry about yourself instead of my friend, and by the way, my friend also knows fighting skills, he is the 6th degree black belt."

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."*

as he walked towards me with a twinkle in his eye. As I continued to run down the stairs, I couldn’t help but think about how quiet the house seemed without Bronx, Benji and Baylor here with us. Although I’m sure if they were here, I would never have anything to eat; they were like garbage disposals when it came to food, eating anything and everything. The interesting thing about them is while they are triplets, they are not identical. It is extremely rare in the werewolf community to have this, hence why I believe they were chosen to go to the Knights League. The Knights League is a group of specialized warriors hand-chosen to support and protect special wolves blessed by our Moon Goddess.

Bone Knight Level: 150 Health: 13000 Mana: 1500/1500 Attack: 400 Defense: 300 Speed: 45 [Skills: Bone Wall, Soul Siphon, Bone Storm, Death's Embrace: (Passive) Mortifer's presence weakens enemies, reducing their attack and defence by 10%. Improved Bone Armor, Improved Bone Shield, Improved Bone Spear, Undead Fortitude, Bone Wall, Bone Prison, Command Undead, Summon BoneStalker] [Buffs: Unbreakable Will: Immune to fear and charm effects.]

His hand grabbed the head and separated the head from the body. Vincent panted heavily after forcing himself to return to his human form. Sweats rolled down his naked body. One leg was pressing the dead commander’s corpse to the ground while his right hand held the head. Just as he expected, the Commander’s human appearance reverted to the original form. The original Knights of Death were just an army of walking skeletons. Their skeletons were wrapped with magic that made them able to move around and imitate the actions of a living person.

Regardless of her reasons, she still went after my family, and in the end made the Kingdom suffer. Clearly there was a traitor amongst my ranks as the prisoner not only escaped cleanly they night, but also managed to get a one over on my strongest warrior. Which I drilled the General about before I left. It was a masked man, identical to the one we saw that night at the mercenary camp. All cloaked in black, he was able to blend in with his surroundings and jump the General. According to him, his attacks where similiar to those of a Knights. Which leads me to believe that this is someone who went through our program before. The problem is, who? I have so many enemies because I am a female Kni

From the far end of the hallway emerged two figures—Resistance soldiers, faces grim. But one of them wasn’t blinking. Ivy's heart jumped. "Don't move," Asher warned, raising his weapon. The second soldier lunged—too fast, too smooth. The mimic. It dropped its disguise mid-leap, revealing a swirling, featureless face with Ivy’s reflection glimmering in its surface. Asher fired three times—once to the chest, once to the head, once to the wall behind it. The mimic shrieked as it hit the ground, spasming before dissolving into ash.