My Special Ability Is Perfect Replication Novels & Stories

"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."

I was surprised that a man of his caliber couldn't lift her off. A couple of hours went by, and the number dropped again. We were now eight strong. Everyone had practically learned the skill. Not to Kali's or even Moses's level, but good enough to be accepted. The only one on the field was me. I was still getting down the footwork. I slowly walked through it again and again. I had repeated the same movements almost a hundred times. You could see my tracks clearly in the dirt. I no longer had the [Copywriter] skill ever since it was upgraded to [Mirror Eyes]. This didn't mean I couldn't copy other skills. I needed to live through a body that had known the skill to obtain it. Do you understand

“Their abilities included heightened strength and speed, enhanced regeneration, more powerful than their two bloodlines. They had elemental manipulation—particularly fire, electricity, and earth, energy manipulation, as well as the ability to enter the spiritual realm..." I blink. “Well, that’s… a lot...” Miyuki mutters. “That sounds intense.” Lucas says, his smile disappearing once he sees how serious all of this is... I don’t respond. My mind is spinning too fast. If this is true... if I really am from the Darvosi line... then that means… I swallow. “I need to figure out how to activate my gene...”

Thinking quickly, he used the [Mimic] Skill to replicate Alicia’s glowing eyes and his Class privilege let him fake the part of being under Belle’s control. If he hadn’t done all that, he probably wouldn’t have gotten away with it. ‘It seems my Level isn’t high enough to resist that Skill. It’s too dangerous…’ Rey had the Skill, and he knew how it worked. He had also tested it out on monsters, but since every enemy he faced was considerably weaker than him, he had not known how powerful it was. But now he understood. “It’s an A-Tier for a reason.” He whispered. “Still, to think this was her goal all along.”

Had things not been so busy, I would have ravished her right then and there. Seraphine came walking up with a set of noise canceling ear muffs. I was genuinely confused for a moment. "We're working on expanding the power level of Reya's earth shattering howls. Like wolves, shifter ears are quite sensitive, so you'll be needing a pair, if you plan on watching. The frequency used is almost like a sonic sound wave, it's large spread and it could possibly deafen you, if you aren't careful." I was shocked, to say the least. "Are there any other special abilities?" I asked, looking towards Valeria. She shrugged a little. "Reya says there are Three special abilities. Howler, Dominion and Rupture, t

{You have unlocked the Copying Powers ability. “Huh?” Ivy blinked in confusion. Ding! {You can now control plant growth more effectively than Mr. Smith himself.} Ivy’s eyes widened instantly. “Are you fucking kidding me?” she blurted out inwardly in shock. Ding! {For every resident with abilities that you accept, you can copy their abilities and use them even more effectively than the original owner.} For a brief moment, Ivy completely froze. That meant if she accepted more ability users in the future, she could continue copying their powers endlessly.

"Cognitive development exceeds expectations. Genetic memory transfer appears viable." The video cut to a scream. The boy convulsed. A second later, the screen turned to static. Aurora squeezed my hand. "This... this isn't science. It's torture." I clicked through more videos. More boys. Clones. Variations. Some failed. Some died. One escaped. Me. My breath caught as a file labeled Damien loaded. It showed a baby in a glass pod. "Subject 13," Monroe narrated. "The perfect replication. Accelerated physical development, emotional override capabilities reduced to allow natural empathy. The perfect sleeper. He will grow believing he is real."

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.

"There are several versions of myself in this body. Dora is our name, but we use different nicknames between us. I am Sigma, the specialist in abnormal skills, the brain. I am the best character to deal with society. The one who does the daily quests is Gamma, the specialist in general skills and combat genius. He is the one with the greatest offensive power, the one who masters normal magic, but is too dangerous because he could seriously hurt someone. The one you saw today was the worst of us, Beta, the one who had no powers and whose only advantage was being a good son and a good brother to our family. That's literally it, he's a real pain in the ass, he once accepted a girl's confession,

I nibbled his lower lip, tasting more of him, then slid my tongue in his parted lips. When I heard him moan, I snapped out of my foolishness. Now I know my curse worked, but my imaginary special power bounced back to me. I was under the magic spell of the curse I created. I open the faucet and splash water on my face, and then I look at my reflection in the mirror. Yet, I am still flushing red, and even the cold water flowing in the faucet could not take it away. I slapped my forehead for my foolishness.