My Special Ability Is Perfect Replication Novels & Stories

The faint scent of chamomile still clinging to its inside. A shimmer formed in the air above my palm. And then,there it was. An exact copy. Steam curling from its rim. Real and solid. I touched it. It didn’t vanish.I laughed hard. It worked. The power was mine. I set the cup down beside the original. They were identical. No one would know which was which. Not even me. And that was the point, wasn’t it? Duplication wasn’t about replacing. It was about multiplying. About never having to choose between saving one person or another. Between staying or going. Between fighting and protecting.

Blake said, and suddenly, they vanished before everyone’s eyes. Blake’s clone has all of Blake’s skills when separated from the main body. His strength and knowledge were the same as the Blake Prime; his only flaw was that he could not reproduce, and he had a link to the main body, so what he knows, Blake Prime knows, if needed. Susan and Blake teleported out of the confines of the warehouse and arrived back at his estate. Susan was pale in her complexion, and as hard as she tried, she couldn’t keep her food in, and it came out with Blake holding her hair for her.

"But I want to know, how do you control your ability? You see, like you and Xian, I also have a special ability, but I can't seem to control it." "You have a special ability?" I admitted that whenever I get angry, I suddenly become strong, and because of that strength, I was able to kill one of the kidnappers who attacked me last night. But even then, I struggled to activate it at will because once my anger fades, my strength vanishes, too. "I think it would be great if I could learn how to use it so I can join the Special Forces," I said. I held her hand and begged her to help me control my ability and become a soldier like her.

He looks so determined everything looks too amusing for me. "Did you really lost your min-"I let the sword fell on the ground, making a faint clanking sound as it hit the snow. Using my left arm, I grip his blade tightly. My right arm quickly reached for his neck."Hhhuughh, haaauggh" Both of his hands reached for my right hand, trying to remove it as his skin started to shatter and crack into pieces.This is my special ability.By drinking my own blood, I can disintegrate any object with a touch."I told you this is a revenge." I hissed, making my grip tight as he tried to inhale some air.But he suddenly hold onto his sword, trying to put it out of my stomach. I gritted my teeth, not letting go

I didn't let her finish before I walked over to the bed, and closed in, the image completely distorted until it fades away. I'm familiar with this technique, there's a person who can do this that I know so well, it was Alexandra, who no doubt had created a spitting image of herself here. The ability is image duplicate, just like creating an illusion, setting it up and making it do whatever you want within that short period of time. However, there were limits to what it can say, actions it can perform, and the creator must be really good with magic. Exactly why it's repeating words.

He finally has someone above him. Serafoy turns back to me. “That still explains little, young man. We know why we want the property. Tell us why you are here.” My throat tightens. I clear it once. Then again. “I have an ability,” I say. Laughter breaks out around the table. Sneers follow. “I said,” I repeat, steady now, “I have an ability that skips a generation. It allows me to oversee more than one pack at the same time. Not just my bloodline.”

I carefully opened as this is a special case under her order. The image of the person who was haunting me appeared on the blank parchment followed by the words. His abilities had been described in detail and he had turned immortal while being a werewolf carrying two souls within him and had gone through the purification and healing for the past week under the direct exemption of the Goddess of darkness. There was an instruction to test him whether he would fit in second level warrior or to use him in the technology department and also there was a disclosure of his special ability of being the best tracker of the region he had lived.

Creed closed his eyes and said, “Come out…” The moment Creed said those words, one of his clones came out of his body. Both Su and her brother’s eyes widened. Soul Radices were already very rare, but Creed had a Cloning type Soul-Radix which was even rarer. An ability to make one’s clone could turn out to be very useful in emergencies. Creed turned at her and said, “On my mark, jump off that cliff!”

Special gave out a nonchalant look and with a weird smile she walked out of her and went to Jeiel who was now conscious. "Jeiel. she called trying to touch him but it moved backward. "I am Special from the underworld and am here to give that which you yearns for, she whispered grinning widely at him. "Now I want you to be good to me because I am your saviour and am here to help you, okay, she fluttered her eyes at him. She closed her eyes and focused her mind on Jeiel. She watched the tiny memories of Jeiel and clicked past them like her gallery.

“You’re one of Kael’s new toys.” “Not toy,” the replica corrected. “Successor.” The others spread out behind him, forming a perfect arc. Every movement synchronized — breathing, stance, even the rhythm of their blinking. Lena whispered, “They move like a single mind.” “They are,” Adrian murmured. The replica smiled faintly. “Kael was right. Emotion weakens the design. But it also hides potential. You and your partner are anomalies — variables worth absorbing.” “Not happening,” Adrian said, stepping forward.