Black Noir Homelander Clone Novels & Stories

"You know, Ms. Spitz, I wonder what you know about soldiers or the war which is going on outside of our current borders." I swallowed. "I know that in school that I was taught the snipers and the soldiers on the front lines are usually alphas." "Right you are. Solely alphas. This gives us a single species in which we are seeking to find some way to augment the aggression. My current objective is to find the DNA difference between the three that exist in a heirarchy in our society: alpha, beta, and the elusive omega. We want to use the hypothesis of finding this biological adaptation which differentiated the alpha men from the best of the betas in terms of their physique and their mating

His hair is grey but not your typical old-age hair color, but his hair seems like he colors it. “I’m sorry. Who's your son?” I ask him. “Austin Henderson with his brothers Alexander and Michael,” He responds, turning to look at me. “They're your sons?” I answer, shocked. “I didn’t know. Um I'm Crissy, by the way.” Wanting to give him a handshake, realizing he was too weak. I quickly pull my hand back. “I'm Justin. Nice to meet you, Crissy.” He replies, then licks his lips. His lips cracked from the dryness.

There’s a slight harshness in Lamia's voice as she addresses Morgan. Morgan's eyes widen and she turns her head from side to side slowly. “I swear to you, my queen. I did not see this coming.” Lamia’s head bobs and her lips purse. “As you are all aware of now, Lyric’s son was birthed by her sister. On her death bed, Melody confessed what had happened to her to Lyric.” A pensive and melancholy look encompasses Lamia’s features before she regains composure and carries on. “The child is not only the clone of the late Alpha Zane Noir but the child carries my DNA too.”

Part of that security was knowing the threats that existed from other packs. Callan snatched the file from my Beta’s hand, opening it on the desk. “Alpha Lorenzo and Luna Jasmine. His father was Alpha Trey. He died in a rogue attack a year after Lorenzo took over as Alpha.” Lorenzo had been Alpha for nearly ten years. The rogue attack that killed his father was provoked by the former Alpha himself. He though that Lorenzo should acquire more land and encouraged him to take over a neighboring patch of land that was occupied by rogues. The rogues were actually peaceful, but Trey wanted no part of any negotiation and threatened the rogues. They retaliated, and Trey was killed. Callan had told me

"I guess I underestimated the old man." Chloe frowned in confusion, watching as Lucas turned in his seat to look at her. The sight of him was enough to knock the air from her lungs. He was wearing a black Henley shirt that was stretched over his broad shoulder and muscled arms. He was muscled like two mountains guarding the door but Chloe could tell there was strength and agility packed into that hard body that only a well-trained Alpha could possess. It was too dark to see those hazel eyes that were the colour of the wilderness but Chloe thought she saw something akin to desire flash through them making her heart flutter like an excited bird.

“The so-called rebellion has lied to you. The man they call Damian Blackwood is weak. Compromised. He allowed himself to be bred like an animal. He carries the alien corruption in his blood. But I offer you purity. Strength. A future without mutation. Without weakness.” The broadcast showed doctored footage Alex giving birth, twisted to look like violation instead of miracle. Damian fighting clones, edited to look like he was fighting his own people. Echo leaned closer to the camera. “And to prove my commitment… I have the child’s true father here with me.” The camera panned. A new clone — younger, but with Damian’s face — held a small glowing pod. Inside it, a second hybrid infant floated i

They had shipped the mangled body of Damon's synthetic clone straight to the Council's doorstep to send a brutal message that the Blackwoods cleaned their own house. "It all depends on what happens when they open that crate," Fennigan continued, his chest vibrating with a low, dangerous rumble. "If they autopsy that body and truly don't know anything about the clones, they are going to come straight after me and Jax for a number of reasons—but murdering our own father in cold blood will be the main one." Jax let out a dark, welcoming chuckle at the thought of a fight, practically daring the capital's guard to step foot on their mountain.

He was ice cold. "It’s him, Zora," Dante rasped, his voice a ghost of itself. "The Root. The one Silas was cloned from. The Alpha Prime." The man in the white tattoos—Fenris—didn't move with the stiff formality of a soldier. He prowled. Every step he took on the wooden pier left a frost-rimed footprint that sizzled against the emerald moss. He looked at the cowering Lunar refugees, then at the Scrappers with their rusted blades, and finally, his gaze locked onto Zora-Aethel.

years old) LANDER- An aggressive, cocky and territorial Shifter with a responsibility to his Clan and his father to protect and serve his Clans Men. A Guardian. Third oldest of the Brothers. Described as Homophobic with a penchant for sneering, mean spirited jokes and a dangerous temper. A leopard with very little love or care for those outside of his family and a fierce protector of his home. A no nonsense individual, with a hard personality and the supernatural ability to invade the thoughts of others. (Tall, average build, handsome, dark green angry eyes, and sharp blond hair, ? years old)

At the end of the center shelf, one label glowed brighter than the others: *Luna Blackwell - Perfect Hybrid* Jackson moved before I could react, his dagger flashing as he positioned himself between us and the shelves. His shoulders were rigid with barely contained rage. "This was never just about bringing you back," he growled. "They were building something better." The clone - my mirror image with her hollow cheeks and borrowed clothes - stepped forward. The bite mark on her shoulder pulsed in time with the vials. "You're late," she murmured. "She's already awake."