Black Noir Homelander Clone Novels & Stories

“Secrecy has protected us for three hundred years. How do you think your rescuers would react to discovering the Dark Lands and the Haunt? The television reporters would become involved, the military, your late government. Use your imagination.” She shivered. He was painting an ugly picture. “Just let us go, then.” Her voice had gotten smaller. “No.” He didn’t qualify it or try to soothe her sensibilities. He looked back at his work. “You may go.” “What about Jasmine? You promised not to hurt her.” He met her gaze with eyes the color of polished bronze. “I haven’t touched her.” She heard the subtle emphasis. Seriously spooked, she shut herself in her room and paced. When she’d worked up enou

But the creature quickly recovered, its wounds healing almost instantly. “We need to do this now,” Lycidas said, As if Claud heard what Lycidas said, he landed right in front of him. “Who’s with the demon now?” Lycidas asked. “Won’t it run off to hurt more people?” “My clone is keeping it busy,” Claud replied. “It’s just using our superior speed to keep it distracted. It’s not really landing hits.” “You can make clones?!” Lycidas and Lupa asked in unison, their eyes wide with surprise.

“Borris, what do you think?’’ The one who was called Vlad asked his colleague. Borris was a big man. And he was next in succession. The Beta of the Alpha of the Black pack. But he was in the sideline, even to this day. He removed his hood and stood up. He did not bothered to hid his identity. He towered over his mates. “We have waited for this all our lives. Constantine Clayton is long dead but he remains to be a powerful bastard in the wolf world. Had we known that he and that b*tch Teresa had an offspring, I should have ended that child’s life the moment she was born!” Constantine Clayton Black was Max’s father. He came from the long line of Alpha wolves. But he was different. He was a hyb

I kneeled in front of him and gently took his hands in mine. "Only for a moment, but I'm right here with you. Use the mate bond to ease the pain and you'll be fine." I reassured. He nodded and took a deep breath. "Here goes." He sighed. "I, Elijah Black, Omega of the Midnight Pack, hereby cut all ties with the Midnight Pack and will become a Rogue." His face immediately contorted in pain and he put his hands on his head, groaning. I pressed my forehead against his and hoped that my presence might ease the pain a bit.

It was a vessel. "You thought you purged the Dark Moon from Astrid?" the Clone’s voice distorted, dropping into a guttural, demonic register. "Aegis found the remains. They fed it. They grew it." The Clone began to shift. It didn't look like a wolf shift. Bones cracked and elongated in the wrong directions. Extra joints snapped into place. Its fur turned a greasy, matted black, and its snout twisted into a jagged, multi-rowed maw. It was a nightmare version of Victor’s wolf, twice the size and leaking a foul, black shadow from its pores.

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

But it was Kael as a ghost—his skin a translucent marble-white, his eyes entirely black, and his hair a shock of silver-wire. ​"Welcome home, Little Conductor," the figure said. His voice didn't come from his throat; it was a sub-harmonic vibration that shook the very deck-plates. "I am Unit Zero. The First-Born of the 'Project Davis' clones. The one Leo Davis left in the dark to see if the void could be tamed." ​The Corruption of the First-Born ​"You’re a clone," Kael said, his hand tightening on the hilt of his pulse-cane. "The one from the 2060 logs. The 'Biological Scout'."

They didn't speak to each other, they didn't call out target locations, and every single one of them had the exact same height, jawline, and broad shoulders. Noah felt his stomach drop into a cold, hollow pit. He raised his rifle scope, zooming in on the neck of the masked man fighting five feet away. Beneath the edge of the man’s black leather collar, standing out starkly against his pale skin, was a faint, blue tattooed mark: SUBJECT ZERO-THREE. Noah’s mind spun in total shock. They aren't mercenaries, Noah realized, his breath catching in his throat. They are another batch of clones... older than us, trained in secret, and working for someone else!

Gideon is the love of my life, whether I want to admit it or not, and I can’t run from him anymore than I can run from my own shadow. "That's why they kept asking me about the bunker; they want to know how to clone males as well as females. They could make an army of shifters like you, strong and loyal without a wolf; you’re only different because you were born, not made.” Gideon mutters as he rests his chin on my head. “It's good that you got rid of the paperwork; the last thing we need is for that stuff to fall into the wrong hands. Tomorrow I’ll have the bunker filled with concrete; no one will get down there again.” I’m still not sure how I feel about all of this cloning stuff but at le

With the exact physical structure of Lyra Nightbane, how could her internal core be so entirely rotten and devoid of true alpha grace? It is glaringly obvious she is a manufactured rogue clone, and the genetic stitching is already fraying under pressure. The director takes the device, pressing it to his ear with a tight, respectful nod. "Alpha Blackthorne." The clone cannot hear Kaelen's silent, subtext-heavy commands through the encrypted line, but she watches Voss’s posture stiffen into military precision. "Yes, Alpha. The execution block is prepared."