Captain Rex Clone Trooper Mga Nobela at Kwento

The clone convulsed, screaming, before collapsing to the ground — smoke rising from its body. I rushed to Alexander, grabbing his arm. “You’re bleeding again!” He wiped the blood from his mouth, staring down at the lifeless copy. “That’s just the beginning,” he said hoarsely. “She’s building an army.” --- Alexander’s POV The silence after the fight felt louder than the storm. I stared at the clone’s body — identical DNA, identical scars, even the same mark on the wrist. My mark. My father’s mark. I’d thought killing my past once was enough. But now I understood.

Puffing his chest out and giving a short nod in acknowledgement, the captain barked the new commands needed and the soldiers quickly shuffled into new ranks, the longer weapons to the front, with the bladed soldiers in ranks behind them, the injured at the rear. ‘Damn they are useless by themselves, but good when told what to do,’ Rex said to himself, reaching out through his Amonthrul bond, ‘Can someone tell Markus we are closing in from behind them, I have about 100 or so new soldiers and would prefer to not be cut down by friendly fire,’ his words returning feelings of confusion back from them making him grin, “Do me proud commander, begin the assault.” Nodding quickly once more the capta

the president complained. “He only takes direct orders, sir. He’s not a soldier, he’s an agent Mr. President.” The scientist explained. “Oh I see…” the president sighed in amazement as he admired the clone. “I’m loving this creature more and more every day.” Then he turned to face the clone and called his attention to him. “Hey Thomas II.” The clone turned to face him in silence. “Go find him and kill him.” The clone nodded and immediately zoomed off with lightning speed.

Yet, he wore a fierce smile full of battle spirit. “You finally appeared,” Emperor Stavros said through gritted teeth. “James Caden, I didn’t expect you to become this strong.” “I don’t know either,” James replied with a smile and a shake of his head. “However, taking you down shouldn’t be a problem.” “You’re so arrogant!” Emperor Stavros immediately stood straight. “Do you think two clones and a second body could injure me? You underestimate the Forty-Ninth Heaven.” “No, you’re wrong.” James shrugged. “They weren’t my clones. All of them were second bodies. My real clone is here.”

Their movements were flawless, precise, almost too human. And when the lead figure stepped into the light, Lena gasped softly. He looked exactly like Adrian. Every feature — the sharp jawline, the scar beneath the left eye, the faint streak of gray in his hair. Even the stance was identical. The clone tilted his head slightly, studying them with calm curiosity. “So this is what rebellion looks like,” he said, voice eerily similar — only colder, detached. Adrian steadied his aim. “You’re one of Kael’s new toys.”

I giggle slightly. “I just got an idea” I tell him “Let’s hear it” He encourages. One of the reasons I do like to be around Dan is the way he encourages me. He doesn’t seize to do that and that’s what keeps me close to him. It keeps me going. Knowing someone is here and not against like those idiots out there, is worth living for. “I want to become the Luna” I tell him He furrows his brows in confusion “What do you mean?” “Think about it. I look exactly like the Luna, all I have to do is take her place and bring down this pack, but then it wouldn’t be me doing it, it would be their Luna. Auriel” I explain but he still looks confused.

“I’ll retrieve the leg, but we do need to fill out a lot of paperwork to get the leg to the hospital. I’ve informed our Sherriff, he’ll be here shortly. I hope you’ll cooperate with the procedure.” “Of course.” With that, I headed straight for the operating room. Gustav’s P.O.V: “Alpha…do you really want us to burn everything?” Joseph, one of the pack soldiers, looked down at the pile of photos and clothes that had once belonged to Axton. He didn’t voice his concern out loud, but I knew he was looking for something specific.

Rex yanked Joaquin’s collar and lifted him out of the car. There were a lot of vehicles parked in their surrounding area. Other people in the cars were looking at them in fright. Some people even went as far as abandoning their vehicles and fleeing the scene. Rex was carrying Joaquin like a dead dog. Then, he casually got into a random car and drove toward the slum ahead. Inside the car, Joaquin looked at Rex, his face pale as he asked, “Hey bro, you… who are you?” “One of the Eighteen Generals of Regal Palace, Rex the Butcher,” Rex replied.

I did not care. My gaze cut straight to the dance floor. There he was. Evan Ryder. Our captain. Smiling that perfect charming smile while he spun Clara around. Her red dress flared out as they moved together. His hand sat low on her back. Too low. She laughed at something he said and tilted her head close to his. My fists clenched at my sides.

Dark shot him a glare sharp enough to cut steel. “Alright, alright,” Montero said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Seriously though, they’re your clones. Especially the one in the first clip. But they’re not identical in temperament. Look—this one’s cheerful, full of energy. The second one? No comment. And the first kid—Zephyr, right? The way he frowns, the way he guards his mother—it’s exactly like you.” Dark leaned back, arms folded, trying to process what he was hearing. “What the hell does that mean?”