Clone Trooper Army Novels & Stories

"We’re leading a **'Jailbreak'**." ### The Luna's Army I raised my hand, the Admin-Key glowing like a beacon for every "Archived" soul in the building. "**[COMMAND: ALL ASSETS... WAKE UP.]**" The sound of shattering glass was deafening. Thousands of pods exploded at once. Floor 12 was no longer a morgue. It was a **War-Room**. Out of the pods stepped knights in rusted armor, cybernetic hackers from 2099, elven archers from forgotten fantasies, and monsters that had been too "Dark" for the Board’s marketing.

Trina began to yell and kick, trying to get him to release her, but he continued to hold her tightly in his arms, as he says to her, “It’s over Trina.” As I looked around the rogues’ camp, it now was completely abandoned, as they all had left her to deal with the aftermath and the repercussions that she caused. Within seconds the council’s army began to arrive at the rogues’ camp, along with our own warriors, and they all came to a halt, shifting back into their human forms, when they realized that the camp was deserted. “Where is the rogues’ army?” A commander from the council’s army asks, as he steps towards us, before he realizes that Alpha Gunner has Trina detained.

Ryan has already surrounded the mansion with their guards. Outside, the armed men surged forward like a dark tide, their movements swift and calculated. They spread out around the mansion, a well-coordinated assault aimed at dismantling Rajeev's defenses. The guards, once confident in their numbers, now found themselves outmatched, falling one by one to the relentless onslaught. The sharp crack of gunfire punctuated the air, mingling with the shouts of men caught in the throes of battle. Each confrontation was brutal and swift; the sound of bodies hitting the ground echoed through the mansion. Neil, battered and bruised, slowly rose from the ground, the metallic taste of blood lingering on h

“Sorry, but since you’ve met me today, there’s only death awaiting you! Go on and say your last words. I’ll listen,” Todd spoke calmly. Killing someone meant nothing to him at all. An army? Andrius laughed. He already knew that Louis had a protector from the military, so he naturally made preparations. Rumble... Thud, thud... Clack, clack, clack... Almost simultaneously, countless soldiers emerged from all directions. The golden wolves on their shoulder badges gleamed brightly, resembling a badge of honor, proclaiming their identity as elite soldiers of the Lycantroops!

"I know who your daughter is, and I'll find her. Not only her but your wife as well. I mean all your families, and I'll destroy them the way you destroyed mine. Then, I'll come back to destroy you!" Dr Greg scoffed. "My house is secured with artificial intelligent security systems. That might be the end of you if you get close. I protected my family from people like you. So good luck trying to get to..." Trevor clenched his hands into fists and didn't wait for him to finish his statements. He punched his nose, and Doctor Greg passed out immediately.

Each of them screamed war cries or curses or promises of death and destruction, even as they fired blindly into the area in front of them. Every single one of the heavily armored troopers were painted red and black, and had the logo of a golden apple emblazoned on their chests. Many wielded underslung charged particle repeaters, and fired arcs of energy haphazardly into any Federation personnel in their path. More than half of them ran in several directions, seemingly without rhyme or reason. They ran out in little groups and eliminated anyone they came across along the way. Although it didn’t matter who their targets were, they focused most of their attention on the security personnel runni

He decided to camp on the peak of a rock mountain and wait for others to arrive. While Creed was waiting, a group of 67 people were closing in on the direction of Murky Valley that was just next to the Rock Valley but at a comparatively lower altitude. Some of them were on foot but many of them were on their mounts. All of them were holding weapons as well as shields. Some of them were even wearing armors. Rather than the hunting party, the huge Crowd was looking more like soldiers of the medieval army. These armors and weapons they had were all Glitch's Soul-Armas. Except for their medieval appearance these Soul Armas were in no way inferior that human customized battle suits. In fact, the

He could not help but feel a little angry. Immediately afterward, he said arrogantly, “Ten Thousand Armies is a mercenary organization that has gathered all of the top mercenaries in the world together. Many of our soldiers are soldiers who have served in the special forces in their countries. More than half of Hamed’s soldiers are illiterate. So, how can this possibly be the same thing? The difference between these two is even bigger than the difference between the United States and Zimbabwe!”

“Always yours.” No rings. No trophies. Just two people who’d walked through hell and chosen each other in the light. His trophy. His war. Hers now.

"This is a rogue pack. We run by our own rules here. The rest of our kind have all kicked us out, shunned us from their traditions so here we are." "How do I trust you? I've seen what your kind has done. All those people you've killed." His eyes harden as he stared at me. "Look, we're not the only rogue pack out here. I can tell you that we are not the savage kind. We have killed a few hunters over the past few years but not recently." "It's a lot to take in," I said and he nodded as he stood up. "I'll someone come and bring you food until I'm certain that you won't try to run or harm us," he said before he left the room.