Mimicry Sword Novels & Stories

“Why not just replace me directly?” “Because there is one thing I cannot fully replicate,” the Mimic replied. “The weave inside you. That shifter spirit and the human soul. They are part of your essence, yet they are separate entities that chose to bind themselves to you. It is... complicated. But not impossible.” He raised his hand, and his palm began to glow with a faint gold and blue light, a mockery of Siron’s power. “With enough time with you, I can learn to mimic that too. Or at least, enough to fool the others.” Siron felt a chill. This was worse than he had imagined. The Mimic didn’t just want to kill him; he wanted to take over his life, his relationships, even his allies.

Caile's voice shakes her off. Amari drew her sword making Caile amused. "That was really the Aquarius Replica." He said amused at its appearance. "For a commoner like you, to draw it. My relic replica Taurus would be sad." He said looking at his green sword comparing it to Amari's blue sword. "..much." Amari barely whispers. "You saying something?" She was walking towards him without any sign of fear. "You talk too much..." Amari whispers and for some reason Caile had goosebumps.