My Special Ability Is Perfect Replication Novels & Stories

"But you need to know the truth. You're not just a super-soldier, you're a key part of the Genesis Project." Maya's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" she asked. Elian's gaze locked onto Maya's. "You, Maya, are the first successful prototype of the Genesis Project," she said. "You have abilities that surpass anything we've ever seen before." Maya's mind was racing. Abilities? What kind of abilities? Ava stepped forward, a small smile playing on her lips. "Maya, you have the ability to control technology with your mind," she said. "You can hack into any system, control any machine. You're a true super-soldier."

“Exactly. It doesn’t feel. It obeys. With the right word, we can activate predatory instincts, accelerated healing, camouflage, inhuman strength. And… absolute control. Without sacrifices. Without injections. Without failures.” “A perfect assassin,” Sasha murmured, his eyes fixed on the bony blades of the tail. “A monster made of trauma. That only moves when the right word is spoken…” The scientist hesitated. “It… is still in beta phase. But it is functional. It can be replicated on a large scale. I even… have other models with distinct attributes: some faster, others with mimetic capacity. And…” He swallowed hard. “Some more beautiful, if that’s necessary for social infiltration.”

Smart’s eyes shone the brightest as he pushed Crazy away and slung his arm over Orange. “What?” Orange felt ominous. “Can you create our clone?” “Ah! You know what you’re talking about.” Orange flashed a thumb up. “Obviously.” Smart made a peace symbol. Shadow silently rolled her eyes in annoyance. “I can.” “Ohhhh~” Everyone except Shadow had an identical reaction. “But, I can’t recreate your attribute. It may be similar but the power inside it will be lesser.” “How many percent can you copy my power?” “Up to how many levels?”

Besides the typical super strength and speed, they have teleportation, mind control, mind reading, regeneration, and the ability to see future events. Some even had darker natured abilities like the ability to possess another individual, the ability to manipulate and destroy organic matter. As well as its counterpart ability that allowed for the manipulation and destruction of any non-organic matter. People with such abilities were very rare and could be extremely dangerous, so they were closely monitored and kept away from most anything they could use their powers on. There were also abilities like replication, the ability to create replicas of the person themself or other people and things

Adrian stared at the impossible sight before him, his body collapsing to the floor, eyes wide with hopelessness. Gasps rippled through the entire venue. Thousands of people sat frozen, watching something that defied all science. I stepped forward and kicked him like a dead dog. "If I’m right, your so-called ‘system’ gives you the ability to copy. You're able to replicate someone else’s thoughts and creations, no matter the distance. "You could’ve used that ability to grow and actually master your craft. But you’re a fool. You only thought about stealing. A fake will always be a fake.

see" word. *So you have powers, do all werewolves do?" "No, only the alphas and I'm an alpha" "What kind of powers do you have?" "Well I'm still discovering them but I know I have speed, strength and the ability to create illusions." "Wow, that's cool" she was impressed. She wished she had powers of her own too. "And also the bite I bit you in your dream us also real. If you look at your neck in the mirror, you would see the tattoo of a white wolf exactly like me"

A heroic, stupid, beautiful sacrifice that left her body on the black sand and her brother sobbing over it until the fog took him too. I was the only one who walked out of the resort gates that time. The sole survivor. It wasn’t because I was stronger. It was because I was luckier, and later, because I was too stubborn to die. In the years that followed, as I crawled through a hundred other Instances, I’d learned the truth. I did have an Ability. A monstrous, perfect one. I could copy. I could absorb. I could take the fire from a Pyromancer and the ice from a Cryomancer and forge them into a storm of my own design. I became a mirror, then a prism, then a weapon.

"Then we stop playing defense. We carry the fight to him." Damien snorted. "And how do we do that?" Lena's mind worked. "We cut off his power. His money, his men, his influence. We rip it away piece by piece." Noah smiled. "Now you're thinking like a winner." Evelyn sat forward. "Alright. Where do we start?" Lena pulled out a burned burner phone. "Kane runs his empire on fear. But more than that—on money. We take that away from him, we incapacitate him."

But peace was an illusion. Dawn brought Mike Davis to their door, face grim, tablet in hand. “The island cleanup teams found something. Samuel left a encrypted drive in the crypt. It contains the full mother code sequence—and a warning. Your pregnancy… the twins carry an amplified version of the marker. It stabilizes the triplets permanently but awakens something in you, Ava. By the third month, your own abilities will manifest. Strength, healing… and vulnerability to replication attempts.” Jeffrey’s arm tightened around Ava’s waist. “We’ll handle it. Enhanced security. Private doctors. Madam Jones is on the run. She can’t touch us.”