The Mimic Novels & Stories

Leah shouted, her voice a whip-crack of authority. The creature’s violet sockets pulsed. It wasn't just light; it was a rhythmic lure, designed to freeze the nervous system through the optic nerve. Daniel, ever the analyst, had already averted his gaze, focusing instead on the creature's center of gravity. Victor, however, was trembling, his hand hovering near a heavy branch on the forest floor, his knuckles white as he fought the urge to stare into the abyss. "It’s a mimic," Daniel hissed, his voice clinical despite the sweat beading on his forehead. "Bio-organic feedback. It’s using Alden’s voice because it’s the last authority we recognized. It’s not just hunting us; it’s deconstructing u

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.

“Why not just replace me directly?” “Because there is one thing I cannot fully replicate,” the Mimic replied. “The weave inside you. That shifter spirit and the human soul. They are part of your essence, yet they are separate entities that chose to bind themselves to you. It is... complicated. But not impossible.” He raised his hand, and his palm began to glow with a faint gold and blue light, a mockery of Siron’s power. “With enough time with you, I can learn to mimic that too. Or at least, enough to fool the others.” Siron felt a chill. This was worse than he had imagined. The Mimic didn’t just want to kill him; he wanted to t

“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—”

"It wants me to rebuild the Ouroboros Clan. To become their king." He gripped my wrist, his thumb brushing the plague. "We'll cut it out." "You can't." I pulled free. "But maybe I can *use* it." --- **KELLY'S POV** The mimic returned at the full moon, dragging a retinue of plague-twisted wolves. Their howls harmonized with Eden's silver magic, a chorus that shattered windows and split stone. *"Give us the king,"* the mimic demanded, *"or we'll carve him from your ribs."*

The mimic turned toward us again. Liam and Aleksander blocked it, both of them swinging with everything they had. But the mimic didn’t fight like a person. It moved like a prediction. Every punch Liam threw, it dodged before the punch even came. Every time Aleksander grabbed for its arm, it bent its body at strange angles and slipped out like a shadow. Xves joined them then, his movements sharper, faster, more precise. But even he couldn’t fully catch it. It was like fighting a mirror that already knew your next move.

From the far end of the hallway emerged two figures—Resistance soldiers, faces grim. But one of them wasn’t blinking. Ivy's heart jumped. "Don't move," Asher warned, raising his weapon. The second soldier lunged—too fast, too smooth. The mimic. It dropped its disguise mid-leap, revealing a swirling, featureless face with Ivy’s reflection glimmering in its surface. Asher fired three times—once to the chest, once to the head, once to the wall behind it. The mimic shrieked as it hit the ground, spasming before dissolving into ash.

"We don’t have time for riddles. Drink this. Now." "What is it?" "A blood seal. It'll shield your mind for a moment. Enough to sever the link." I hesitated. The mimic smiled again. "Or you could stay. Let me show you what comes after." I drank. Fire lit my veins. The chamber erupted in wind and light. The mimic screamed, not in pain, but in rage. Sabine dragged me out, the door sealing behind us with a thunderclap that shook the stone. We didn’t stop running until the glyphs stopped glowing.

"Look who's back." The mocking voice belonged to her little sister. Well, not exactly a sister by blood, but a sister by sect. In the world of immortals, everyone went by the code. One must never trust the word of the mouth. It never reflected the true intentions of their heart. "We agreed not to mess with the mortals. Yet, you indulged with them from time to time." The goddess ignored her. Her green, long flowy gown swished with her elegant movements.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,