My Special Ability Is Perfect Replication Novels & Stories

he asked hesitantly. “Yes, their memories can be wiped clean and reprogrammed for a specific task,” I said. He nodded. “I am aware. The process is quite familiar. I am a product of such, I suppose. I will forever marvel at how the gods are so hungry to create imitations of themselves and watch them strive to be like them and destroy each other. Even the hunger for dominance was passed on to the offspring of Gala. It is mindboggling!” he grumbled. “Why do you always say offsprings of Gala instead of just humans?” I asked, searching his gaze.

***** RUM ‘It doesn’t make any sense!’ Magnus groaned. ‘Joe’s special ability is mood reading.’ The old fucker glared at me as though I committed a crime. ‘An explosion of light that heals? How useful is it—let the dark whims do some damage first then heal it?’ Motherfucker. I narrowed my gaze at babyface. ‘Hey, it saved my fucking life. The way I see it, it’s useful to me.’ The Crystal Shit Alpha narrowed his gaze. ‘The special ability of the Howling Five leader is a gift from the Goddess to help everyone, not just you, you selfish mutt.’

When I found out I was going to die, I accepted it with ease. My mate, Simon Knightley, came to me with a sullen expression and said, "Zora, Laila has been in poor health since birth. She's an Omega with the weakest healing ability. "One of her kidneys is failing, and she needs a transplant to survive."

I didn’t remember anything until I woke up the next day, and she told me about it. “Oh, spirits!” She exclaimed as her eyes returned to normal. “See!” I beamed at her. “But I want to try if I can take a special ability from someone. I want to absorb power from you.” “What if you end up hurting the person you are taking the ability from?” “That’s what I want to figure out, too. I know I will stop if I hurt you.” “But you also have every ability I have. And I think you are stronger and stronger than me now.”

Tsarayu asked. "There is actually a big difference. The same difference that exists in the real world as well. No matter which one you comprehended from, you'll gain similar control over that element, but there's one advantage of comprehending from the real orb made by the master for you. The real orbs give the person who comprehends the law a unique skill related to that law, whereas replicas that are made by bloodline Temple in this trial world don't." Xun explained. "What do you mean by 'the same difference that exists in the real world'? do the replicas exist there as well?" Tsarayu couldn't help but ask.

He pushed me at an arm's length away from him but still didn't let go of my shoulders and said staring straight into my eyes. "I will never hurt anyone you love. Your sister was never abducted. Pure-blooded vampires have special abilities. I have telepathy and Damon has hypnotism, the ability to tamper with someone’s memories and brain.” My head felt like it was going to explode. What kind of plot twist was this now?

Charlotte’s blood ran cold. He had remembered. No one else knew that. No one. Elias watched from behind the glass. Julian paced behind him. “This is impossible.” “No,” Sophie corrected. “It’s worse. It’s perfect.” She tapped the screen. “This isn’t just mimicry. It’s continuation. This isn’t a copy—this is advancement.” Julian swore under his breath. “What does that mean?” Elias asked. Sophie hesitated. “It means... they didn’t just rebuild him from a memory file.”

“You’re a result. Twenty years of blood magic, wolf genetics, and forbidden alchemy. The only successful hybrid of four bloodlines. Rook’s regeneration. Silas’s witchcraft. Theo’s prophecy. And mine.” He taps the glass case. The heart beats faster. “Mine was the hardest to replicate. Scientific precision in a world ruled by instinct. I needed someone who could think while the others fought. Someone who could break the Law without breaking herself.” “So you grew me in a lab?” My voice comes out quieter than I want.

I extended my own perception, searching for thoughts I could read to understand what we were facing. What I found made my blood run cold: minds that felt similar to the corrupted hunters we'd fought months ago, but different somehow, more artificial, less human than even those enslaved resurrections had been. "They're not naturally resurrected," I said, grabbing the tactical vest Damian tossed to me. "But they're not entirely normal human either. Something in between, artificial enhancement without true resurrection." "Richard's perfected the replication process," Damian concluded, moving toward the stairs with supernatural speed.

The doppelgängers wake. They're not mimics. They're *upgrades*. --- **The Perfections** The Kelly clone moves first, her static a controlled storm, her eyes glowing with the Arbor Prime's green light. "You're flawed. Let us fix you." The Hunter clone phases through solid matter, his roots razor-sharp. "You'll thank us later." The Kael clone aims a rifle forged from pure entropy. "Stand still. This'll sting." Veyra and I retreat, but the garden shifts, walls of thorns cutting off escape. The Custodian watches, bored. "This is why we use clean templates. Organics are so... *messy*."