Mimic Mha 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,

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.

While the Aurora glider screamed across the Pacific, the Thorne-Vance Spire in Manhattan was experiencing a silent invasion. It wasn't an explosion that breached the perimeter; it was a Data-Ghosting. The Mimics—the faction of the Anonymous obsessed with becoming "Real"—had realized that to be human, they didn't just need memories; they needed a Stage. They chose the Spire, and they chose Meilin Zhao as their lead actress. The Simulation Leak

“Knight… Knight… “I repeatedly moan his name but immediately back to my sanity. I sat down, I can see my self in the big mirror on the side how I messed up my own body. What is this? Did I turn to be a pervert because of the marked? I hugged my own self and can’t help to cry, I already hate the idea that I am a mare recessive omega. Even me, I can’t accept my own self and worlds and people in my surrounding make it harder for me. How can other accept who they are without a problem? Even though other think they are disgusting or not acceptable in this world or they are different to others?

I snapped my gaze at him as I tried to decipher his words. “You mean they weren’t who they claimed to be? But wouldn’t someone have recognized them?” Both Finn and Ivan were quiet. “We weren’t looking for it. Someone could have come in and pretended. None of us asked the hard questions or really talked enough to make them give themselves away.” Finn clicked his tongue angrily. “It could have been a fucking mimic.” A mimic was a creature that little was known about. They were closely related to ghosts but their nature was associated with demons, yet their magic was similar to a fairy. They had the uncanny ability to ‘mimic’ any appearance of any creature. This included copying their voice and

____________________________________________ Author's POV (Two Weeks later) (Conference room) The DIG (Deputy Inspector General of police) called a meeting with the AiG (Assistant inspector General of police) , CP (commissioner of police) , DCP (deputy commissioner of police) , ACP (Assistant commissioner of police) and the CSP (chief superintendent of police) to discuss about the transfer of MIA. the reason I called for you all is to discuss about the transfer of MIA, the DIG said. I should've called for this meeting for sometime now, but I was busy with the I*, so now I want us to discuss about which province we should transfer him to, DI* said.

And somewhere, five agents she had never met ceased to breathe. The simulation dissolved. Marra staggered out of the chair, breath ragged, eyes hollow. Charlotte was waiting. Riven approached slowly. “What did you choose?” Marra shook her head. “No glory,” she whispered. “Just… weight.” Charlotte nodded. “And that weight will guide your spine.” Next was Cael. His simulation began not in confusion—but recognition. He stood on a battlefield he knew: Istanbul, two years ago, when a mimic facility had collapsed, killing forty-three civilians.