The Mimic Novels & Stories

FRIGHTEN. To make someone afraid or anxious; to cause fear in a profound or sudden way. Following Liam’s confession, Dylan was engulfed by an intense, destructive BPD episode. The betrayal triggered a full 'split,' turning his world instantly from black-and-white to a terrifying monochrome of hatred and self-loathing. Anna was forced to confront the violent reality of his illness, stepping fully into the role of psychiatrist to de-escalate a situation that was genuinely frightening, all while wrestling with the overwhelming knowledge of his pain.

‘What is he doing? Darryl had used the mimic technique; it was something he had learned while at Elysian Island. It might have looked like a simple skill, but it was particularly difficult to master. If one could master the mimic technique, then one could imitate any sound in the entire world. While Darryl had worked hard on his cultivation, he had also paid attention to the mimic technique; he had mastered it a long time ago. Darryl could have caught the Gourami Dragonfish easily with his true powers.

“Sure. Why not?” Mim looks disappointed but then does a full body shake, starting with her head and her outstretched arms until she’s running in place for a few steps, like she’s literally trying to shake something off of her body. I hide my mouth with my free hand, still grasping my orange with the other hand. “All right. Your turn,” she says.

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 vastne

“So if a mimic like Solidad became Draynor and had a child with Mikan… would it be a boy or a girl?” “A boy,” Avi answered without hesitation. Cain fell silent. His expression darkened slightly, as though that detail mattered more than he wanted to admit. Avi continued softly, “But there’s a cost to mimicking. Solidad was around three hundred. If she tried to copy a Malton now, she’d die within a year. Her body’s too old to survive the change.” “So once they reach a certain age, they’re locked to one form?” he asked. “Exactly. It takes a full year for the transformation to stabilize. The older they get, the less flexible they become. Some mimic skills like traveling under the Veil are easier

BELİNDA After changing my clothes, I studied myself in the mirror. Should I go? Should I not? One part of me said, "You’ve come this far, it’d be wrong not to go." The other part said, "Let him rot for all I care." And there I was, a pathetic mess, bouncing back and forth between the two thoughts like a pinball. I coded the right mirror in front of me as "go" and the left as "don't go," and started swinging my hand between them while reciting a nursery rhyme.

I replied. The mimic laughed softly. “She will if she believes the voice belongs to you.” My breath froze. “No,” I whispered. “Yes,” she said again. “He can copy any voice he wants. Including yours.” Melissa’s voice echoed again through the chamber. “Jamal…” I looked up. “I am here. Keep talking to me.” The mimic stepped closer. “How will she know which voice is the real one.” A second voice filled the chamber. My voice. But I had not spoken.

The style looked chic and simple: a large ivory pearl floating freely within a diamond-dusted platinum cage. To the unknowing, it was a beautiful, understated accessory. Only a few people knew that the pearl wasn’t real but an iridescent casing around a microchip that broadcast my location via GPS to Deloris. More than that, it recorded my movements, my respiration, and even my heart rate.

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”

To someone unaware, they would probably think she had suffered some great injustice. However, Candice looked at her without any sympathy on her face. Instead, a hint of mockery appeared in her eyes. "Your so-called efforts to stand in front of Alex. Do you mean that you worked hard to imitate and deceive me?" Candice asked. She chuckled lightly. "You are indeed diligent, but also thoroughly foolish. A person who considers imitation and stealing other people’s behaviors as effort. Sonia, you need a new brain. "You said you've tried hard for a long time. I originally thought I could respect your efforts a bit. I thought maybe you were studying hard or working hard. In that case, even if you we