Mimicry Sword Novels & Stories

X voice grew coldly. Isreal began laughing hysterically, as he unsheathed a long sword. “It seems as if you do not understand your place. I have you surrounded, surrender and I will spare your life, as Lord Henderson will decide you fate. He will be the god to judge you.” The sword Israel held was definitely finely crafted. The Sword was hand forged as the Damascus pattern resembled a calm river. The hilt was made of bronze and fitted with gold. No matter what quality his sword was, it will still rubbish before X’s translucent blade.

“And how is that related to this frozen sword?” “That’s what I’m trying to find out,” Estevan pointed out. “You see, there are a lot of different Empyreal Weapons—swords, shields, bows and arrows, spears, hammers … I can go on. But I’m still wondering if it’s possible to have that as another kind.” “You think this is one of those weapons?” Larice said, looking at the replica. “No … Your blood.”

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

He no longer knew right from wrong, and worst of all, his one bite could make another just as mad as him. “Beasty, I would like that weapon now.” Sure, my precious master. Just channel me through your magic. I did as I was told and channelled Ambisose through my magic. A sword appeared in my mindscape—a deadly beauty in sight. Three feet long, basket-hilted with sapphires and emeralds on its hilt, a schiavona sword with sharp double-edged blades which had the deadly aura, but somehow it felt safe to me. I reached out to hold its hilt. A flash filled my mindscape, and everything went white as soon as I held the sword in my hand. I didn't even realise that I had completely shifted into my mind

The light of the moon and the shadow of the flame reflects into its shiny metal frame making a rather golden orange combination of the silhouette. My brows furrowed. “ What purpose?” I asked. “ It’s a mystical sword of decadence made to either disrate or to steal a divine power,” he muttered.

That was his power maybe? "What are you doing here?" a sudden voice talked on my back. I immediately moved far away and when I saw a guy look like a guy who is sitting at the corner. So I guess This is how to mirror power works. I made a sword of water so I could use it through him. I attacked him first But I forgot that he has ARMOUR power and he easily dodged my attack. I tried to think of a plan so I could easily defeat him. Because he was using an ARMOUR I needed to use some tricks so I could defeat him.

Amino’s breath shortened. His hand was clenching hard at the big wound in his stomach. “Heal! Heal! Heal! Heal the fuck!!!” He gnashed his teeth, feeling complicated and annoyed. He might have killed Eagle, but his injury was deep and troubling. “Heal shit!!!” He smacked the ground. Mirror relic. He was the owner of such an overpowered relic. He could mirror all the abilities he had ever encountered - well… almost all of it - as long as he understood the principle of the copier.

He couldn't believe what had just happened. Mimi had instinctively hidden behind the couch, and she pulled out her gun to point it at Sebastian. There was a bang as she pulled the trigger, and a three-inch bullet shot toward Sebastian. Mimi had a custom-made pistol with modified bullets. Although she only had one shot, it was extraordinarily fast. Sebastian instinctively held up his sword to block the shot. An enormous force traveled up the sword, making him step backward instinctively. He looked down at his sword to see that it was completely undamaged.

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

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.