Mimicry Sword Novels & Stories

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

Kael caught her mid-air and rolled into a defensive crouch. Lyra lunged in, her blade glowing faintly with the sigils of the Spire. She aimed for the creature’s throat, but it twisted around her and struck with a bladed limb, slicing across her shoulder. Elias stepped in, sword raised high, and with one brutal arc cleaved through the mimic’s chest. Black sludge hissed as it splattered across the ground—but the mimic didn’t fall. Caine moved quickly, drawing a burning line of light with his palm and slamming it into the mimic’s back.

* the mimic demanded, *"or we'll carve him from your ribs." Eden stepped onto the battlefield, his veins blazing. "You want a king? Here's your *coronation*." Silver light erupted, not from his hands, but from the moon itself. The mimic and its horde disintegrated, their ashes forming a bridge to the sky. "Eden, *don't*!" Rhydian lunged, but Eden was already climbing, the plague-veins carving a crown into his brow. --- **RHYDIAN'S POV**

“Because it was because of your gift that they were looking for you, Leah. I assume that your mother was well aware of this and that is why she hid you so zealously. - What is so terrible and necessary for them in this gift? She turned nervously and looked into his eyes. He just shook his head. I won't tell you, because I don't know the whole truth myself. Only in India they can explain everything to us. - But do you know anything? Why… Because I don't know what's true and what's fiction. The very name of the gift “Mirror” explains that even unconsciously you can reflect the energy flows directed at you. When you first arrived in the flock, I tried to influence you with a weak stream, but yo

A silver-trimmed cloak billowed behind her, offering an ethereal aura as she moved. Lana's eyes flickered over the arsenal of weapons laid out before her, each one meticulously chosen to aid her in the upcoming battle. A silver sword, its blade shimmering in the dim light, rested in a sheath at her side. Its hilt was adorned with intricate carvings depicting wolves in a fierce chase, symbolizing both her strength and her connection to her pack.

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

Dexter said aloud as we heard the door leading to the other sections of the mansion open. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the passageway leading to the stairs, waiting in excitement to see what our Alpha had to present. And when I was beginning to think that our Alpha's surprise was a flop, I saw the hugest scare of my life. The whole hall fell into chaos as most people screamed and yelled in fear while others like myself stood speechless and motionless. It was a man. A man whose reputation spoke for itself. It was the legendary Alpha Blade, known in Haven as The Ripper.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

“She’s inside and there is another man!” “Wait here.” Omar replied, helping the she-wolf to rest against the only wall not covered in blood. Omar moved calmly, pulling a hunting knife from his coat pocket. The way the blade winked wickedly in the pale light sent a chill down Chloe’s spine. She decided there and then she had seen enough of weapons and murder today and turned away from the door, gulping in air. Her throat burned and the bitter taste of bile still haunted Chloe’s mouth. Above her the clouds were breaking and golden sunlight was now filtering through, casting long shadows between the trees. It was too beautiful for the gruesome scene.