Clone Trooper Cody Novels & Stories

“The scouts are circulating a terrifying update through the war council corridors,” the beta cell-member whispered, his silver ears pinning back as he checked the reinforced threshold of the staging bay. “The executioner of the global operational routes, Cody Tucker, has officially breached the perimeter. At just thirty winters old, his blade and tracking prowess have survived a global cleansing tour, making him the most lethallly efficient enforcer in the northern territories. For five years, his alignment remained hidden within high-level tactical sanctuaries, answering only the most sacred blood summons. His presence inside this trial signifies a massive shift in our selector protocols.”

he reassured her, his voice filled with unwavering confidence. Hand in hand, they approached the main entrance gate of the Blood Moon Pack as their Uber drove away into the distance. There was no turning back now. Clayton pressed the intercom, announcing their arrival. "It's Clayton," he spoke into the device, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation. Soon, two men on a golf cart arrived at the gate, their faces familiar to Clayton. "Clayton, that can't be you, surely," one of the men exclaimed, a mix of surprise and delight evident in his voice. "It's me," Clayton replied, grinning. "You've filled out nicely," the man commented with a hint of teasing. "You were so skinny and gangly when yo

“Well, my mother goes by the codename Ajna and my father goes by the codename Akephaloi.” I shove him in astonishment, “Shut up! Your father is Akephaloi?!” “You’ve heard of him?” he says happily. “Are you kidding? Who hasn’t? That time he took out that Cambodian death squad. Oh my God, my grandmother was gushing about it for weeks. So savagely brutal, especially putting their heads on pikes – which I personally thought was a fabulous touch. I know we do a lot of fucked up shit, but it’s those moments when we get to use these skills to bring justice to people who would otherwise never have it, that makes what we do rewarding. The Cambodian genocide was… horrific. What your father did saved a

“Cody was brought into the rogue camp about two weeks before I did. We’re the same age, though he’s from the Iron Stone pack. We were made to learn how to…service men and women. People would occasionally come to the camp, but more often than not we were taken away. Drugged and then taken somewhere to give them whatever they wanted. And then brought back. “Cody was my best friend. My protector. My brother. The only one who cared about me. And he and I made a pact that when we got out and got our wolves, we would find each other and live together as rogues out in the woods by ourselves. No packs. No families. No disappointments. Just the two of us. Safe and happy.” I’m going to h

I sighed, but had no come back for him, so I unscrewed the top and downed the whole thing. “Now that’s a good alpha. Shall I start my guard duty now, or would time suffice? I was hoping to get back into the library and review some of the Codwall alpha dynasty. Heard he had himself a wolf rider lover without a problem. Though he only ruled for a few full months because he was killed.” “By the rider?” I asked, shocked. “No, that was your great-grandfather Rupert. He gave up his heart and willpower to a rider. Codwall apparently ate some poison berries. He did seem quite the idiot.” Max cackled.

An alpha, son of Harry Evan, alpha of the Crimson's pack. The man stepped back. He looked at me with widened eyes. "I've heard of it." As I saw the gleam in his eyes change, the man extended his hand to me. "I'm Cody James, a delta in this place." I lowered my gaze to his hand, then shook it quickly. While the others looked interestedly at me. If someone asked me to rate them, I would call them a promiscuous bunch. It was a little hard to believe that in Abrua, there was this kind of group thriving.

Irving just snorts, tossing his empty canteen onto the table. Right on cue, the hydraulic seals on the main vault doors hiss violently. The thick steel plates slide open, revealing Commander Cody Tucker. He steps into the armory, holding the hand of a small, sharp-eyed boy who couldn't be older than eight years old. The kid wears a miniature tactical vest and a small pack strapped to his shoulders, his golden wolf eyes cool, calculating, and eerie for his young age. Cody offers me a brisk, respectful nod. "Apologies for the delay, Chika. I had to retrieve Forrest from the forward observation post."

Sandro shouted and made Cody scream louder. "Do something ... Cody must be freed from the influence of the spirit!" Said Alpha Jacques now worried about his son's condition. In that place, there were only Sandro Rodrigo and Marco, as well as Cody who was still on a rampage. "What should we do?" Rodrigo asked, confused. They couldn't have left Cody like that, right? "Cody! You're strong ... You're an Alpha candidate. I'm sure you can control yourself. You're strong ...." AGH ...... Agh ...

Cody said softly by Adam’s ear. While speaking, Cody lifted his leg and placed it on top of a pot of bonsai plant… After that, he pointed at the spot beneath his feet. “Today, you can either crawl through this or… My people will drag you out and beat you up. Take your pick,” Cody said. Cody knew that this person before him didn’t have any people backing him up. He was an easy target. Cody could do whatever he wanted with this person… Nothing could go wrong regardless of how he toyed with this person…

While Cody didn’t say as much, I knew it was in reference to the unspoken rejection he constantly received from his mate. I sighed. “That girl doesn’t need a knight in shining armor; she just needs a sword.” “Right,” he nodded, “until she has night terrors so bad it wakes the entire pack up.” Cody and I were friends. He initially came here for the warrior training the pack provided, but stayed for the sense of community my father had created. He had joined the pack shortly after I had taken over, so after my father’s time, but his legacy lived on long enough to attract a few that only made this pack stronger. We had worked hand in hand to develop my father’s warrior training further, as well