The Mimic Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I shout, I am certain my eyes and hair are red. “Look!” someone else shouts, their facade melted away revealing the true form of a mimic black, with hollowed eyes, no nose or ears and a mouth like an Angler Fish. I keep my hold onto them but retract my flames “who put you up to this?” “we know nothing” they answer in unison, “if you do not answer me I will destroy your core and disintegrate them” “you know not where our cores are located so your threat means nothing”

“Yvonne, we were classmates once. Please, me and my baby just need a way to survive.” Renee Lynn was crying her eyes out, looking so delicate and pitiful. She clutched my hand tightly, her eight-month pregnant belly sticking out. She looked like she was about to drop to her knees. The slight sting of her nails scraping against the back of my hand jolted me awake. Instinctively, I reached for my neck. There was no blood. I took a deep breath, exhaled forcefully, and felt the smooth flow of air in my lungs.

A man whose face I shall not remember long after I've opened my eyes. CHAPTER 1

“We burned the body. This thing shouldn’t be alive.” I crouched down. No signs of struggle. No broken lock. Just… emptiness. And on the wall, scratched in a frenzied clawing: “You brought it home with you.” — Hurrying back upstairs, I found Sienna and Caleb halfway through breakfast, a tranquility heavy in the air. She looked up, eyes narrowing. “What is it now?” “The mimic escaped,” I said, adrenaline spiking. Sienna shot up. “No. I saw it die—”

TAKE ME, RUIN ME CHAPTER 18 CHAPTER 18: FOR THE LAST TIME I look down at him, my breath hitching in my throat. I feel completely paralyzed, trapped by a sense of intimidation that I can’t quite shake. His raw power is doing things to me—things I’m not supposed to be feeling, let alone listening to. I let out a dry scoff and shake my head, trying to find my voice. "You are mistaken, okay?" I say, my voice trembling slightly. "If you really think I am just like any other woman who is going to bow down at your feet, then you’ve got to be dreaming."

' She was aware and was trying to find ways to help her little sister still. Reap System: It is here. The problem needs to be addressed. Emergency Quest: Create your own entrance and survive the "Exit" back to normal space. *Cring!* The air cried as a crack formed. Ren pulled his Mental energies and tapped into the Ion water creating a divide. With a flick of his fan, a large skeleton appeared cackling madly. But no sound audible by anyone present could hear it. Accept The Royal Ancestor who turned pale. Wanting to puncture her own eardrums from the noise produced.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 1 "𝐴 𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑... 𝐴 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡..."

My words seemed to ignite something within them, and their faces twisted in rage. As the men shuffled their feet, exchanging nervous glances, I could see their hesitation. Perhaps they were surprised by the transformation that had come over me, no longer the timid girl who had first stumbled into this hellscape. A smirk crossed my lips as the ugly leader spat out his command, "Deal with that bitch!" In an instant, the men launched into action, charging towards me with weapons drawn. But something deep within me stirred, a power I had never known I possessed coursing through my veins. My movements were lightning fast, my fist connecting with the leader's jaw before anyone could react.

It stopped directly in front of her, close enough that Eva could smell it—not the antiseptic and lilies, but something deeper, something that smelled like the inside of a mouth that had been clenched shut for too long, like the breath of someone who had been holding in a scream for years. "But that's not how this works," the mimic whispered. "You know that. You've always known that. The only way to pass this trial is to admit what you've spent seven years trying to drown in studying, in serving, in praying, in *saving*. You have to say it out loud, Eva. You have to finally *say* it." "Say what?" Eva's voice came out barely audible, a scratch against the vastness of the hall. The mimic leaned

Solin nodded. But Cael said, “What if it’s not?” Riven looked at the female mimic. “Can you choose?” It hesitated. Then, very slowly: “We remember the shape of choice.” That’s when the lights dimmed. And the real problem arrived. Another mimic dropped from the rafters — larger, armored, four limbs instead of two. Its body glistened with wet plating. Its face was blank — no mouth, no eyes. It moved like a snake wearing a man’s skin.