Clone Cadet Novels & Stories

He turned on his heel, gesturing toward the vehicle idling in the private bay. My jaw dropped slightly. I had expected a nice car. Peter drove a McLaren, so I figured it would be an expensive sedan or a standard luxury SUV. What was waiting for me was a literal tank. It was a matte-black, heavily modified Cadillac Escalade with reinforced steel panels, windows so thick they had a distinct, dark green tint of bulletproof glass, and run-flat tires that looked like they belonged on a military transport vehicle. The engine let out a low, menacing rumble that vibrated through the concrete floor, echoing off the walls of the garage.

“This one is numbers. I’ll send it to you. Seems like there are over a dozen?” Maddox nodded. “I wonder if that is the rest of the information from the sheets he gave us. “Could be,” Cade said, pulling that one out and inserting another. “This one has two pictures..” He held out his phone to show Maddox. “I know him…” Both men looked down at me. “What?” “Yeah. The first guy. He was a regular at my shop. He owned a black Dodge Challenger and could come in regularly for tune ups.” Snapping my fingers together, his name finally clicked. “Clint… Clink Stevens.”

That’s why I joined the Cadet Program. You see, the Cadet program was created about 50 years ago to help train warriors. Ghost Pack had just ended a war and had many casualties, and many buildings were destroyed. The war showed the former Alpha that his pack members weren’t trained well enough, and weren’t prepared to defend themselves and their pack.

In the center of the floor, Triad One sprang into action. The team consisted of Cadet Kael—a fierce, hot-headed young Alpha wolf from the Western Coalition; Cadet Lin—a refined, sharp-eyed dragon-blade weaver from the Jade Spire; and Cadet Nereus—a silent, heavily armored trench guardian from the Sunless Sea. "Forward!" Cadet Kael roared, his shifter wolf instincts taking over instantly. Without waiting for his team, Kael’s body erupted with dark kinetic aura as he leaped forward, swinging his massive meteor-steel broadsword in a wild, sweeping arc intended to crush the lead drone!

The cop’s head snapped up and glanced at the gang leader. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. Taddeo. This white Escalade isn’t registered to you so, I, um, didn’t know. My apologies.” I couldn’t believe it. This police officer was stammering and turning red. What a spineless asshole! “That’s quite all right, Officer. We are in a rush though. I’ll make sure my driver is more careful,” Aaron replied in a smooth voice. “Of course, sir. Have a good night,” the cop said, glad to be let off the hook.

Thus, the application and heartbreak that damaged his entire life, will it give way for his heart to accept Mike without any hesitations? Welcome to CAM and find your ideal streamer!

October 15th, 2045 Golden light bathed the Citadel Plaza. Tunde stepped out of the sleek black limo, welcomed by a graceful burst of camera flashes and warm orchestral music rising from a live quartet nearby. The plaza sparkled with white marble tiles, water fountains, and floating light drones capturing every moment in soft focus. He was dressed in an elegant white agbada embroidered with fine gold thread, a custom piece from the Citadel’s top designer. His smile was calm, collected, but unmistakably proud. This was not arrogance—it was earned triumph.

They saw exactly what I wanted them to see—wealth, beauty, privilege, innocence. "Lady Evangeline!" A young warrior approached with the kind of swaggering confidence that suggested he had consumed far too much of that expensive French champagne. "Marcus mentioned you are from the Northcrest territory. I have heard your pack produces the finest trackers in the entire continent. Is that true?"

"The more he looks, the more he'll realize he’s looking at a shadow of what he used to have." ​As we walked toward the parking lot, the silver glint of Mateo’s car passed us, heading toward the exit. Mateo didn't stop, but he gave a single, sharp flash of his high beams—a silent salute to the mission. ​We reached Ashton’s SUV just as the first few heavy drops of a Manila downpour began to hit the pavement. I climbed into the passenger seat, the familiar smell of his citrus soap grounding me. ​"Hungry?" Ashton asked, starting the engine.

They were currently in front of Claire's house. Cameron had called for a driver from his pack. Claire gasped when she saw the beautiful car. She knew a little about cars and she could tell this was a brand new black Chevron suv 2022. The interiors were plush and the seats were well padded. A bulky man with a deep scowl on his face, came up to Claire and Ashley and took her bags from them. He dumped them unceremoniously in the car's trunk and went back to the driver's side.