Mimicry Sword Novels & Stories

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.

I started vibrating my dagger at 55 percent speed, I then hit one of his swords and backed away to a safe distance. He stood in shock as he stares at the sword I hit, the metal let out a high-frequency ringing sound. I used this opportunity to see how he managed to keep up with me, I then noticed a tail holding onto the third sword. A leopard tail, I should have known! He is V4.1 replacement of V4. After a while of the sword ringing, it finally dies down. " * Sigh* That was close! I thought it was going to explode with so much friction between the atoms."

Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated. In his hand, he wielded a sword forged from pure moonstone, its blade glowing softly with an inner light. The hilt was embellished with intricate patterns in Phaikón Árgyron resembling celestial constellations, further enhancing its mystical allure. As he brandished the sword, it seemed to hum with power.

Simon deftly dodged Thea’s attack and reappeared in the distance. He wore a solemn expression as he continued to channel more energy into his sword technique. The Frost Sword hovered in front of him, and the tip of its blade pointed toward Thea. It spun in the air as if it were a drill. As it rotated, the surrounding air was drawn in and coalesced to form sharp shards of ice. The shards rapidly gathered and formed Ice Swords. Soon, hundreds of Ice Swords levitated in the air in front of Simon.

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

The sword pulled free from the stone as if it had been waiting just for her. A burst of wind rippled from the sword knocking dust and ash into the air. The blade shimmered, glowing silver and blue. It looked alive in her hands. Melissa’s eyes widened in shock. “It... listens to you,” she whispered. April lifted the sword with both hands.“You don’t deserve this sword, Melissa. You never did.” Melissa’s lips twisted. “Then I’ll rip it from your cold hands!” She shot forward, her claws already ready to attack April. I lunged toward her, but April beat me to it.

He wasn't erratic and perhaps I'd never see him be that way. "You see, this is the best way. You choose, give me Valiant and give me Regal. You are free to go on your own or I can assist in making you go with a hollow point." "Fat fucking chance...just stop with the veiled threats and demands. Show yourself." I heard him say while I watched from a safer distance. The truth is that while he stood there looking like a model in his fancy tailored suit, he was so skilled with any weapon in his hand. He hadn't earned his nickname for no reason. Claymore, that shit would be a testimony to his calloused conscience.

Vailan looked at them and glared, saying to Lixien, “Empress, I have heard what happened. Are you hurt somewhere?” Lixien turned her head to him and shook his head firmly. “No, I am fine. It was just that we found out that it was an impersonation of a sword.” “… A sword? What do you mean? How can a sword be transformed into a human- a living existence?” He approached Lixien, and looked at her, confused and irritated.

It twisted, faster than anything should move, and its face split open to reveal rows of teeth like broken glass. I dodged left. Marcus came in from the right, his sword taking the thing's arm off at the elbow. Black ichor sprayed across the desk. The Mimic lunged at me, all pretense of humanity gone. I caught it with my blade through what passed for its throat and pinned it against the wall. It thrashed for maybe ten seconds. Then went still. My tattoo pulsed. +25 credits. Class D Mimic eliminated. Twenty-five credits. For almost dying.

Holland warned, and Mergec gave a nod. "You have nothing to worry about," he assured and took Leonardo from Holland before disappearing out of the stadium. "Did you bring what I asked you to bring?" Holland asked Tracy. "Yes, Master!" She reached into her bag and brought out a wooden sword with the same pattern and design as the Sword of Light. "We can't leave the original one here since it will attract more trouble in the future," he stated and began to walk back towards the back. "We will just have to replace it with a replica." A red light circled the wooden sword, and in an instant, it changed from a wooden sword to a normal sword.