Clone Trooper Captain Rex Novels & Stories

"Speak up, boy! I have little time for you to beat around the bush." “We’ve been tracking her for almost a month now. We realized she was alone, and we required a female member in our pack. She’d been sleeping in the streets. We assumed she was strong since she occasionally plunged into the snow and slept there. We desired that she be our woman. Why are you inquiring? She is merely a homeless girl. Probably a good number of males have already had their fill of..” Rex refused to let the man finish. As he swooped back into the sky, fireballs formed in his mouth and he spits fire on the man, reducing him to a burned skeleton. He gracefully plummeted from the heavens. He fixed his gaze on the me

The adrenaline from the game finally fading and my muscles began to throb. “Hi,” her fingers pushed back my damp hair. “How are you feeling?” I chuckled. “Really sore…” Someone touched my ankle and my eyes clamped shut from the pain. “Oh fuck!!” “I wonder how such a baby became the Captain of the Black Hawks,” I heard Marcus snare and I looked at him. I glanced back at Olive without any reply to his childish effort at rilling me up. He growled. “I'm guessing this plump bitch is your caretaker. Explains a lot really.”

“The Council has been waiting for you.” Two tall, muscular men in tight black flight suits pushed off the wall and drifted toward me. Their names were stitched on their chests: Captain Reyes and Dr. Kane. Reyes grabbed my wrist and pulled me against his hard body. His hand immediately slid between my thighs, two thick fingers pushing into my cum-filled pussy without warning. “Still leaking from Earth,” he growled, curling his fingers deep. “Good. The station likes its breeders pre-lubricated.” I moaned loudly, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively as he fingered me in mid-air. “Yes, Captain… I’m ready to be used… Please breed your new colony whore…”

You're a friend of mine, I'm called Streak," he said cheerfully. I waved at the monitor and told him my name Zax and introduced Jordein. "Your Zax Derix, the Demirkan king, of course, your name is traveling through the galaxies. Not many kings become slaves of the reptilians," he chuckled and I rolled my eyes. "May a couple of my crew and myself board and partake in some of your bootlegged Sirius wine?" I glanced over at Jordein to gauge what he thought. He shrugged casually and I looked Streak in his red yellow eyes and said,"I will gladly share on the condition that you not take anything on this ship... or you will be destroyed," I said firmly and Jordein added the last bit with a threaten

However, Trevor was prepared, and the security agent was no match for him as he enjoyed fighting with his hands more than a gun, and he was a skilled fighter. He had trained since he was eighteen after knowing he had a unique ability. Trevor sprinted towards him and headbutted him, knocking him out. He groaned, rubbing his head. "Fucking strong." And then he strengthened as he heard 'Mama'. His eyes narrowed towards the van, and he glimpsed Rachel in a pool of her blood with her son beside her, crying. Trevor's frown deepened, and he was somewhat distracted that he didn't see the leader he had knocked out regain his strength.

“We have also commandeered one of their Mecha, an A-ranked one at that. We will certainly commandeer more as we go along.” “I’ve got a mecha we could use,” piped in Xylo. “From my old Navy Recon days. Assault-class with a sniper loadout.” Eva brightened considerably when Xylo revealed she was a pilot. It certainly sounded like she had gone through boot camp as well. “You never said you were a pilot,” she said. “Never came up before, honestly,” Xylo replied. “Not like we needed it against Nightmare and his band of fools.” “I’ve got a ‘Vette of my own,” chimed in T-Rex. “She’s totally sweet - thick armor, tons of nice guns, super lux on the inside. She’s parked next to yours; I’ll give you all

He was sizing up the American wolves, his head defiantly high, he was the ultimate King of the werewolves after all. “You have a rogue accompanying you today?” his question was simply that, however I saw the other two wolves drop their heads submissively, not really wanting to enlighten the situation or association with the captain, and honestly this intrigued me. Boldly, and courageously, the rogue Capitan took a step forward and extended his hand to the King. “Captain Ryder Reed, US Marines, at your service, your majesty.” Alpha Ethan accepted his hand, as the young man cordially bowed over his hand. Ethan raised his eyebrows and I saw his thick mustache twitch.

"You think sharing this fixes everything? I lied to you from the start. Used the hate to get close. Planned to take down your name and walk away." "Yeah I know that now" I said not backing off. "But you did not walk. You came back every time. Even when you said it was a mistake. That means something. The ledger changes the game. We can hit them together. Expose the fixes the threats the way they own players like you. No more lone wolf shit. We do this as a team." He laughed short and bitter but his eyes stayed locked on mine. "A team? You are the golden captain Evan. Perfect image perfect life. I am the guy with blood on his hands from back home. What makes you think I will not drag you down

he added, stepping around the bench to block my light. “I don’t scare easy,” I replied, standing up and fixing him with a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. Blaze looked good in the worst way. His hair was still wet from the morning shower, curling slightly at the ends like it had no idea how to behave. His shirt was slung over his shoulder, forgotten, leaving his chest completely bare and unapologetic. And of course, his smug little smirk was already in place. “Didn’t peg you for a repeat offender,” he said. “I figured one run-in with the Captain would send you packing.”

The handgun went skittering across the concrete floor toward my feet. “Damon!” I screamed. The gunman struck Damon across the face with a heavy tactical glove, shoving him off, and scrambled to his feet. Knowing he was outmatched by the SWAT team, the man turned and sprinted toward the dark loading bay exit, vanishing into the night. Damon scrambled up, gasping for air, and gave chase. “Stop!” “Damon, no!” I ran after him. By the time I reached the open rear doors, Damon was standing under the pouring rain outside, his chest heaving up and down, looking into the empty, pitch-black woods.