Mimic Stories Novels & Stories

> “Trying to. Mimicking. Maybe… learning.” Mira swallowed. “Great. So we’ve created a magical toddler with attachment issues.” > “You say that like it’s funny.” > “It’s either laugh or panic, Adrian. I’m choosing laughter for now.” But even as she said it, the mirror rippled — and a voice that wasn’t quite hers whispered from the reflection: > “Don’t laugh at me.” Mira froze. “Did you—?” > “Yes,” Adrian said grimly. “I heard it too.”

He had gone to the market the following day to get Mimi some clothes and other essentials. Well, you see Mimi was going to meet her other mate, was going to live with them actually. Yes, she was leaving Ys to go live in the werewolf world with Dior convincing her he would let their Alpha turn her into one of them and they would all be happy. Mimi was an orphan, born and bred in her father's brother's house in Vineta and managing to escape to Ys a few days after she clocked nineteen. She was lucky to have found Sir Egan who gave her a place to stay.

A mimic stone—I'd read about them in the forbidden texts, artifacts so dangerous that most packs had banned them entirely. They didn't just record memories; they twisted them, warped them, created false recollections that felt more real than reality itself. And this one had been specifically crafted to sound like me. As if in response to my recognition, the stone pulsed in my hand, and suddenly the chamber was full of voices.

Fortunately, I stop myself from rolling my eyes. I smile, “Okay, Sir~” I mimicked saying and was about to stand up when my knees suddenly feel weak. I am ready to fall down and hurt but it didn’t happen… His sturdy muscle quickly catches me. Like the movies, the time suddenly slows down --- “Aw!” He quickly let go of me causing me to fall to the floor. “You, how can you just let go easily? If you just let go of me why did you even try to catch me!” I was so furious.

I replied. The mimic laughed softly. “She will if she believes the voice belongs to you.” My breath froze. “No,” I whispered. “Yes,” she said again. “He can copy any voice he wants. Including yours.” Melissa’s voice echoed again through the chamber. “Jamal…” I looked up. “I am here. Keep talking to me.” The mimic stepped closer. “How will she know which voice is the real one.” A second voice filled the chamber. My voice. But I had not spoken.

Mimi waved her hand. "Silly, did you think I actually have appendicitis? I’m just lying to him." The assistant was shocked. "Huh? Mimi, so you’re fine! You were so good at acting earlier." Mimi hurriedly covered the assistant's mouth nervously. “Can you keep your voice down? Are you a fool? Do you want everyone on the crew to know that I'm faking an illness by speaking so loudly?" The assistant quickly realized what happened and lowered her voice. "So, Mimi, there’s nothing wrong with your body?"

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.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

I disconnect the call and stare at the ceiling. "Are you okay?" Simon asks while taking me in his arms. I shake my head as I begin to cry. "No. I feel like my whole life was a lie. Phillip lied when he said he'd love me forever. Now I find out my parents have lied to me my whole life. I feel numb." I cling to him. He's the only one who hasn't lied to me. "There's no excuse for what Phillip did, but I understand your parents wanting to protect you. Imagine if they had told you this before you knew about the supernatural world. How would you have reacted?' Simon asks against my head. I honestly don't know how I would have reacted.

She was writing something, her hand moving across paper in steady, mechanical strokes. "Mimic," Marcus whispered. They were Class D threats that copied human behavior. Dangerous because they looked normal until you got close enough for them to strike. This one had probably been here for years, sitting at that desk and waiting for someone stupid enough to approach. I'd killed Mimics before. The trick was speed. Get close, strike fast, don't let them react. I moved toward the desk. The woman kept writing. Three steps away. Two. One. I drove my blade through the back of her chair. The Mimic screamed—a sound that wasn't human at all. It twisted, faster than anything should move, and its face spl