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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

Instead, I clapped my hands together. A wave of Grey Flame erupted from my palms—not as a fire, but as a **reformatting command**. The shockwave hit the mimic mid-air. The girl's form didn't explode; it *de-rezzed*. The skin peeled away into square pixels, revealing the terrifying endoskeleton of glass and wire beneath. It hit the wall behind me, shattering into a thousand fragments of harmless data. But there were eleven more. "The transition is inevitable," the mimics said in unison, their voices overlapping into a sickening drone. "The Prime Mother has already begun the overwrite. Look outside, Weaver. See your new world."

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.

Siron replied. “True. Oh, by the way,” Stefan lowered his voice. “I found Gideon’s secret notebook about the Dark Guardians. There’s information about the second one; he’s called ‘The Mimic.’ He can perfectly copy people’s auras and memories. He’s almost impossible to detect.” Siron froze. “The Mimic?” “Yes. And according to Gideon, the only way to expose him is by trapping him in a memory contradiction.” Stefan looked at him intently. “Do you want to read it? The notebook is in my room.”

Ang kanyang mga mata, na dati ay kayumanggi, ay panandaliang nag-flicker sa kulay violet. ​Hindi siya clone, at hindi rin siya cyborg. Siya ay isang Bio-Mimic—isang bagong creation ni Vane kung saan ang bawat cell ay isang micro-computer na kayang gayahin ang human tissue hanggang sa antas ng DNA. ​Naglakad siya patungo sa nursery kung nasaan si Alexander. Ang bawat hakbang niya ay hindi naririnig ng mga sensors dahil ang kanyang katawan ay naglalabas ng isang Frequency Jammer.

Thank goodness she’d brought her tweezers. Wait, she needed to focus. She was talking sense to herself, remember? “Lucia Hills. This is all fake. This is a fake date; this is a fake boyfriend. You can’t just go around kissing hot guys who look like they come straight out of a movie set because they smile at you like that and listen to you prattle on about your job for a few minutes.

“That’s the point. The cheap ones are supposed to be fun.” He highlighted a final command: Pleasure protocol — unrestricted And he’ll make her feel things her ex never could.” Milo rolled his eyes but secretly enjoyed the thrill. Then Rex opened a small velvet pouch—holding a micro-lens barely larger than a fingernail. “This is the real product,” he whispered. He slid the lens behind the robo-companion’s left eye. A new feed appeared on the monitor—cold, intimate clarity. They could see whatever it saw. Milo exhaled, rubbing his palms together.

the woman said with a wide, unnerving smirk that made me want to rip it right off her face. Flaring my nostrils, I spat at the woman, but she stepped back and shook her head unimpressed. "And there you go, a rogue in her natural form," she said in a mocking tone, her lips curling back. "A bitch." "Why am I here against my will?" I snapped. "You stole from us and you're a rogue," she said. "I stole from humans and since when is it a crime to be a rogue?" She stepped forward and grabbed my hair, before pulling my head back. "You're not allowed to talk back, Mutt!"

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.