Clone Commanders Clone Wars Novels & Stories

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.

I was counting on Ken and Jake to get the job done. I listened intently as Jake reported that the Night Warriors were ready for my command. "We need to go on time, Alpha," he said, his voice serious. "We can't afford to be late, especially with the full moon festival coming up. We need to be back before the celebrations begin." I nodded, my mind already racing with the logistics of the mission. "Good work, Jake," I said, impressed by his dedication. "I know I can count on you and the Night Warriors to get the job done."

Every night, her face appeared, haunting him, pushing him further into the darkness of his own mind. When the orders came—return victorious from the border war and claim a secret reward from the palace—Ash did not question them. He simply obeyed. It had always been that way. The empire had shaped him, made him its perfect tool. And now, they would see how sharp that tool had become.

One week after the fleet’s fall, the first clone appeared. It walked into the provisional council meeting wearing Damian’s face, dressed in a perfect replica of his old CEO suit. The room fell silent as it sat at the table. “Hello, brother,” the clone said, smiling with Damian’s smile. “I’ve come to take back what’s mine.” Security moved in, but the clone raised a hand. “I’m not here to fight. Not yet. I’m here to offer integration. The clones are the future. Stronger. Faster. Loyal. Join us, and we can rebuild Apex into something greater than before. Refuse… and we will replace you one by one.”

"Mom,but isn't Vador the name of our vampire king?" "Yes,he's the dark lord" "Dark lord,really mom?" Ava asked laughing"I bet you made this story up to scare us." "It's real!, the dark lord is vador" Aaliyah said going to the kitchen "My point is that I want you both to stop fighting everyday, Aiden lost his twin and a bigger part of himself.Who knows maybe you'll realize your twin power soon." "Mom we have no twin power "Emma replied "I haven't even figured out my special ability you know."

CHAPTER 18 ~REGINA’S POV~ *** Blood stained the snow, and the bodies of my comrades fell to the ground with a thud. My claws sank into the flesh of an unsuspecting male. I watched the life drain out of his eyes, and his body fell to my feet. Heavy pants fell from my lips, and I watched the horrific scene unfold before my eyes. Killian and Callum fought the man I once loved while the rest of the Moon Crescent pack fought against the Blue Lily pack. They must win this war. They have to; We cannot lose; they must not lose. All is fair in love, hate, and war, including the sacrifices made for the people.

There was a frenzy to him that was incredibly unsettling. "You can see that he's not quite human anymore. My serum has it's faults. His alpha instincts are in full force. It's quite the aura, wouldn't you say so? Well I assume as a beta it's hurting you much more than it does me. It is the benefit of my species to be dominant which helps negates the ill effects of my imperfections in the serum. Dominance in battle is definitely something of government priority. The poor side effect is that following orders is something we are working on. But you know all things are a work in progress." Dr. Dawson took a quick step forwards and instantly like a tiger aroused by an invasion into his t

“We’ve got a problem.” Amara looked up. “What now?” Cassian pointed at the monitors on his wrist drone. From the ashes of the explosion, a shadow was rising — her clone again, untouched, eyes burning brighter than before. “You can’t destroy what was made to replace you.” The clone’s voice echoed through the ruins like thunder. “I am the Crown of Nothing. And your reign ends tonight.” Luca stood weakly, pulling Amara close. “Then we end her — together.” Amara’s eyes glowed with fury. “No. I end her.”

"Marcus mentioned you are from the Northcrest territory. I have heard your pack produces the finest trackers in the entire continent. Is that true?" My grip tightened involuntarily on the delicate flute. Marcus—not the dead heir whose body my father had supposedly desecrated, but his younger cousin who had inherited both the name and the insufferable arrogance. "We do pride ourselves on our hunting skills. My father was considered one of the best before he passed." "How tragic. My condolences." He did not sound remotely sorry. "Perhaps you would honor me with a dance? I would love to hear more about the northern territories." "But of course." I flashed him a smile that promised absolutely no