Attack Of The Clones Novels & Stories

“They’ve integrated nanotech.” “Stay back,” Adrian growled. The clones moved. Fast — a blur of motion. The tunnel erupted with gunfire and sparks. Adrian rolled behind a support beam, firing burst after burst. Two clones dropped, twitching as their systems overloaded, but the others closed in. Lena ducked behind a broken pipe, returning fire with steady precision. The recoil stung her hands, but she kept shooting, forcing them back. Then one of the clones lunged from the side, grabbing her wrist and slamming her into the wall. She kicked hard, twisting free just as Adrian rushed forward. His blade flashed in the dim light, slicing through armor and cable.

He lowered his head and stepped out of the room. I took my jacket off, leaving the white inner shirt. He came back to the room with the cup of coffee, and he dropped it on the table. “Alpha I was going to inform you when you come to the office tomorrow but I just have to inform you about it now.” I walked down to the table, sat down in the chair, and picked up the coffee. “What is it?” I asked, and I took a sip from it. “The man who was sent to attack her was found dead in the woods by Lucas, he seems desperate to find her.”

She was entirely exposed, standing at the control pedestal on the metal platform, frantically ripping wires out of the console and splicing them together with her bare hands. The floor finally gave way. The transparent marble shattered completely. A tide of pale, grey-skinned clones poured up from the shaft into the throne room. They did not roar. They moved in terrifying, silent unison, their blank white eyes locking onto us instantly. "Hold them back!" I ordered the remaining beast-kin warriors. The five surviving fighters formed a half-circle around the elevator platform, thrusting their heavy obsidian spears into the advancing grey wave. They fought with the ferocity of cornered animals,

"This is not possible. The Moon Goddess would not do this." "Clearly the Moon Goddess has a twisted, cruel sense of humor." "She would not pair me with—" He cut himself off abruptly, probably remembering we had an audience of dozens hanging on every single word. Around us, the pack members exchanged confused glances and whispered frantically. They could not feel what we felt, could not sense the cosmic joke that just destroyed both our worlds. But they could smell the sudden change in our scents, see the shock written plainly across our faces. "I need air right now." I pushed past him roughly toward the terrace doors, my legs unsteady beneath me, threatening to collapse.

Rowan held the violet crystal against the dashboard. "Now!" I shouted. The crystal flared with light, and for a split second, a hole opened in the violet wall. Rowan drove the SUV through at full speed. The tires screamed as we skidded across the marble plaza of the Council Tower. The car slammed into the fountain and came to a halt. We scrambled out, weapons ready, just as the doors of the tower opened. But it wasn't my father who stepped out. It was a line of soldiers wearing masks that looked like my own face. They were "The Clones" biological shells created from my own DNA, each one holding a jagged violet blade.

The light from the blade sliced through the metal net pinning us to the ice like it was warm butter. I scrambled to my feet, my heart pounding. Beside me, Bryan and Jane were already moving. Bryan grabbed a fallen guard’s rifle, while Jane pulled a small silver device from her belt. "How is he alive?" Jane gasped, her eyes wide. "We saw him! We saw his tongue... his eyes..." "That was a clone, Jane!" my father shouted over the sound of gunfire. "The Board uses clones to break your spirit! They want you to think everyone you love is a monster or a victim!"

Another death. "Stop!" "Wake them up." "I can't!" "Why not?" "Because they're not ready! They need another six months! Another year! Another decade!" "Then you have no power." "I have you." William pulled out a remote. Pressed a button. The tanks opened. The clones stepped out. Fifty of them. Fifty Henrys. Fifty monsters. --- Alexander ran. The clones followed. Slow at first. Then faster. They didn't speak. Didn't think. Didn't feel.

He then turned his back to notice me and Carrie fight back to back against the on coming horde of clones. " I might be able to shut them all down if we find the original ! " I said as I used my tiger shrouds to knock out the clones . " Sounds like a plan but how do you suppose we find the real thing mate ?" Cynosore said as she manipulated the magnetic field around the clones to push them back. Just then, another horde of Scapegoats came for us by all sides to attack us. Until Energygrid flew over and crystallize as many clones as she could.

He then turned his back to notice me and Carrie fight back to back against the on coming horde of clones. " I might be able to shut them all down if we find the original ! " I said as I used my tiger shrouds to knock out the clones . " Sounds like a plan but how do you suppose we find the real thing mate ?" Cynosore said as she manipulated the magnetic field around the clones to push them back. Just then, another horde of Scapegoats came for us by all sides to attack us. Until Energygrid flew over and crystallize as many clones as she could.

Kristina would have stayed and helped but instead, she opted to run as it had been her initial plan—to distract Trevor. Claire and Trevor were exchanging blows, with Trevor trying to use his masculine strength against the Captain but her endurance held on until she managed to knock the gun out of his grip. “Just give it up, Captain!” he mocked just as a low whirring noise came in the background. It was a black vessel—an aircraft. “You’re not getting away!” Claire elbowed him at the chin, causing him to stagger before moving on to take out her own gun. Trevor lunged himself at her, spearing her and sending them both to the ground, with dust flowing in respect to the tussle.