The Mimic Roblox Novels & Stories

Kael caught her mid-air and rolled into a defensive crouch. Lyra lunged in, her blade glowing faintly with the sigils of the Spire. She aimed for the creature’s throat, but it twisted around her and struck with a bladed limb, slicing across her shoulder. Elias stepped in, sword raised high, and with one brutal arc cleaved through the mimic’s chest. Black sludge hissed as it splattered across the ground—but the mimic didn’t fall. Caine moved quickly, drawing a burning line of light with his palm and slamming it into the mimic’s back.

As she worked, a log entry caught her eye, audio only: “...the behavioral adaption is astonishing. The specimens don’t just mimic appearances; they pull from our own memories, our fears, to become them. It’s not a physical threat… it’s a psychological one. They make you see what you most dread…” A chill that had nothing to do with the water went down her spine. Mimic. Pull from memories. Was that what the game was doing with Aiden’s resemblance? Or was it something more? She shook off the thought and finished the sequence. Lights flickered on throughout the chamber with a rising hum. The primary objective updated. PRIMARY OBJECTIVE ACHIEVED: POWER RESTORED SECONDARY OBJECTIVE PROGRESS: SYNCH

Jonah mocked humorously. The guy knew how to play with fire, I will certainly give him that one, but he was playing a game he would eventually lose and he wouldn't like the outcome at the end of that loss. Because the only way this game was going to end was with his death. It only seemed fitting for it to end that way.

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,

I snapped my gaze at him as I tried to decipher his words. “You mean they weren’t who they claimed to be? But wouldn’t someone have recognized them?” Both Finn and Ivan were quiet. “We weren’t looking for it. Someone could have come in and pretended. None of us asked the hard questions or really talked enough to make them give themselves away.” Finn clicked his tongue angrily. “It could have been a fucking mimic.” A mimic was a creature that little was known about. They were closely related to ghosts but their nature was associated with demons, yet their magic was similar to a fairy. They had the uncanny ability to ‘mimic’ any appearance of any creature. This included copying their voice and

The lighting dimmed and resembled the sky outside. “Who goes first?” Wilbur asked. “Me! Me!” Brandon enthusiastically volunteered himself. Everyone shrugged and gestured for him to go forward. It was akin to clearing an obstacle course. He jumped, dived, climbed, and dodged. Eventually, he had to conquer a set number of targets that mimicked the animals they had to hunt. There was something similar to a punching bag located at the supposed weak spots of the animals. As they could recycle scrap metal, using weapons on these mimics were allowed. Only after enough damage was dealt, would a button on the mimics light up for them to press. This signified collecting their loot from the corpse.

‘I’ll have to make sure the same thing doesn’t happen again…’ That was why he was here, to begin with. Rey was also wearing what he deemed a more appropriate disguise compared to Noah’s makeshift appearance. Using [Mimic], he transformed into an adult, pairing it with a black mask he had crafted in the Hobgoblin cave from Orichalcum, fitting his face perfectly. He had done this little side project to pass the time, so he hadn’t expected it to play such an important role now. His cloak was raven black, obtained by sewing a dark robe he got from the Royal Estate together with the fur of the NightWolf he killed.

With a roar that sounded more like a beast than a man, Ryker broke the defensive circle. ​"Ryker, stop! It’s a lure!" Elara screamed, her voice cracking. ​But it was too late. Ryker’s massive fist collided with the mimic-Valerius, but instead of shattering it, his arm passed right through the smoky torso. The mimic grinned, its face twisting into something monstrous, and the shadow-ice on the Safe Room door surged forward like a living wave, wrapping around Ryker’s legs and pinning him to the stone floor.

She asked as she counted twenty four in total and looked to her father expectantly. He nodded and turned to Steve who stood fiddling with his robe sleeves. "Are you ready for the Mimics and Cambion's now?" he asked in a bored tone. "Why, do you have something better to do?" Lord Brarthroroz asked with the barest of smirks. Steve didn't answer and turned back to the portal with a slight huff, concentrating immediately on the task remaining. Six mimics oozed through the portal as Lexi repressed a shudder at their featureless, slime like figures that seemed to squelch across the floor towards her.

Our pack was forcibly dissolved for provoking a war. The Werewolf Council issued a new decree. All young wolves who hadn't participated in the war were required to undergo a heart blood extraction within one month to complete an aggression gene screening. Those who passed could join a new pack. Those who didn't would be expelled and cast out as rogues. Sophia, a white wolf, suddenly claimed that her father was the chairman of the Werewolf Council. She said she could get her father to exempt everyone from the screening and grant them unconditional entry into the Blackstone Pack. Our friends believed her and simply waited for her to lead them into the new pack. I urged everyone to complete the