Clone Captain Howzer Novels & Stories

Alpha Barak sat on a chair in his office, and he summoned his first son, Menelik. Menelik burst into the Alpha’s office, and he yelped, “Father, you called me.” “Menelik, I want you to lead the warriors, to capture Zora. Since he’s escaped from us, we’ve gone all out in search of him, but he has always slipped from us.” Alpha Barak stated. “Oh, Zora the werelion.” Menelik heaved a sigh, took a deep breath, and sat on a chair afterward.

The man was actually telling the truth. "What pack do you belong to?" I asked him. "McCain," he replied, and I realised that we had been played. Someone must have wanted Gavin out of the way and not anticipated this outcome. The killings must have been staged to frame the werewolf packs, knowing that Gavin would kick against attacking the packs because of his rationality and our friendship, the person wanted him out of the way and decided to set him up? Karen and her friends had walked into a trap set by Marco. If it weren't for her abilities, they would have died. this man was a trained warrior wolf. One master hunter and two new hunters stood no chance against them. John Hunter wasn't lyin

The camera rocked in its casing and the Crusader flew backwards, crashing down into a skyscraper and shearing off the building's outer wall. A distorted version of Harlow's voice filtered through the tablet's speakers, hissing in and out of existence at random. "There," Harlow's recording boasted, "now-not going anywhere! With-side of this building, it's effectively immobile! I'll retreat-fireworks." "I didn't understand the context of this clip until you told me about Harlow abusing the Apollo's overcharge," I explained. "With your information, what happens next now makes sense to me." A few moments later, an olive-skinned, brown-haired man struggled out of a hatch in the Crusader's side, c

Three men alighted from the vehicle, entered one of the huts and dragged out five people with hoods over their heads and hands tied behind their backs. They were lined up and forced to go on their knees while one of the men who wore a turban was speaking with a lot of gestures in between. Kimberly heard some radio static behind her, which was followed by her partner’s voice. “Alpha to base over.” “I read you loud and clear.” The colonel replied. “We just observed some activity, over.” “Is Mustafa there?” “No sir .” Then stay put.” “Ok sir.” She looked into her sniper scope this time around and saw one of the men coming out of another hut with an AK47 rifle in his hand.

They moved like a pack of wolves, silent and coordinated. Their captain, a giant encased in a hydraulic exoskeleton, stepped onto the deck. His helmet visor glowed with a menacing red light. His voice, amplified by external speakers, boomed through the fog. "Secure the perimeter! The target is Jack Sterling. Five hundred million credits for his head. The rest are collateral damage. Kill on sight." Ben Carter let out a squeak of terror. "Collateral damage? I'm a high-value asset!" "Shut up," Jack hissed, grabbing Ben by the collar and slamming him against the cold metal of a container. "If they hear you, you're a corpse."

“Not you, of course.” “I know. I’m aware Hunter hasn’t been easy to deal with,” Trig says. “That’s an understatement.” “Hunter? This is Hunter?” The man asks as he stares at me with daggers in his eyes. “Yes, this is him,” Max says, and from the scowl on his face, I can see Max has passed on her distaste for me to him. “Hunter Abercrombie,” I say, introducing myself. I reach out to shake his hands; he eyes it before finally taking it.

"Whatever you make." Vincent's fingers paused. A flash of surprise crossed his eyes, followed by a smile. "Alright." He turned and went to the kitchen, his posture relaxed for the first time in weeks. The moment he was gone, Sophia threw back the covers and pulled a micro-computer from under the mattress—stolen from his study last week. She typed a series of codes, her fingers flying across the keyboard. She had breached the island's security system. An encrypted distress signal was sent.

a Shikaz champion says as he appears in front of me and the planning inside my mind halts. I take his arm with a smile, but I stay quiet. I am not a big fan of Shikaz as a planet. It is too woodsy for me. I do not want to live there. Besides my heart is now set on another. I don't want Gold status. I don't want a Commander. I want Zarn. "What is your name," Capt. Cull asks after positioning us out on the floor and I offer him a polite expression before answering. "My name is Negumi, Capt. It is a pleasure to meet you," I say and Zarn appears right behind Cull's head with a pretty Glortinon in his arms.