Clone Trooper Dogma Novels & Stories

On the right was the corresponding location in Aegis Online. The location was called the Ironcrag Peaks. And the "drones" were rendered as level 35 hostile mobs: Steel Hounds. "Steel Hounds," Marcus grunted in recognition. "Nasty pack hunters. High evasion, armor-piercing bite attacks." “The game's code translates real-world mechanical assets into fantasy beasts,” Kara continued. “If you can capture the digital avatar of the drone network—if you can 'tame' the Alpha Steel Hound in the game—you will rewrite the administrative privileges of that drone swarm in the real world. You will become their master.”

I reach the breached border with inhumane speed, seeing that my pack member had already brought a good part of the rogues down. Without waiting for my Beta to fill me in, I run right at a rogue who is about to bite one of my warriors in the neck as he is already held down by two others. I catapult him away from him, biting one of the rogues into his throat, killing him instantly. His blood is still about to net my canines as the third rogue yelps, deciding that he isn’t running the risk of fighting me. He takes off, and another bunch of rogues, who are still able to move, follow him, crossing the border and disappearing into the dark forest of our neighboring pack.

It killed me to consider this, but it was my duty as her mate to keep her safe. I couldn't bring myself to look at her. Instead, I tossed over the keys to my Capri as a big fucking hint to get gone. The rage consumed me. Something I didn't want her to see, but she was going to anyway. "Why should I fight you when I could just shoot you in the head and take the broad with me?" Claw threatened, aiming his gun at my forehead. "Because there's no room in the pack for a coward, that's why," a rogue dog piped up. "Call it your initiation party."

“We’ll burn their whole fucking nest down if we have to.” The fight stretched, bodies falling one after another. The rogues fought like they had nothing to lose, but we were stronger, faster, and better trained. Within minutes, the den was littered with corpses, the survivors fleeing into the trees. I stood in the center, chest heaving, covered in blood that wasn’t mine. My warriors were panting but alive. “Conrad!” I barked. He staggered toward me, pulling the tracking device from his case. It was a sleek, military-grade scanner hooked into a laptop rig. He wiped blood off the screen with his sleeve.

Hearing battle cries from over near the packhouse, Mikhail decided to thank his rescuers later as he swiftly changed directions, howling his fury at the mangy rogues daring to enter their territory. The Howling Warriors were experienced fighters, and as Mikhail came upon the scene, he was pleased to find that they were dominating the fight against the rogues. But there were still more casualties that he could see, and their medical supplies were going to be sorely depleted at this rate. A growl from behind caused Mikhail to swing around in a defensive position, and in his moment of distraction, a large grey wolf had managed to sneak up on him. The rogue wore his battle scars with pride, and

I gathered the remaining blocker darts. "Three!" We bolted from cover, me supporting Troy's weight as we ran. Bullets sparked off machinery around us. A rogue lunged at me, claws extended. I pushed Troy behind some equipment and rolled under the rogue's swipe, but he spun faster than I expected. His claws were coming straight for my chest when a massive black wolf crashed into him mid-strike. Carson had made it down somehow, and the rogue's claws raked across his shoulder instead of my torso.

Dom is quick to move, letting the rogues hit one another. Dazed, the wolves stand and shake their heads. This time Dom lunges. He lands on the larger of the two and sinks his teeth into his leg. The rogue howls in pain. Dom lets go, unable to stomach the trashy taste of blood. The other rogue pounces on him, dragging his claws across his chest. Blood oozes out over Dom’s midnight fur. The gray rogue hovers, snapping and clawing. He never relents, making it hard for Dom to regain control. Red fur comes flying through the trees, tackling the rogue. He never stood a chance against my red-headed beauty. She wraps her jaws around his throat, snapping them shut until she hears the bone break.

Her face scrunched in confusion and she took out her dagger ready to attack him. Luka held his arms up, palms facing forward, trying to convey to her that he meant no harm. But before they could speak, the rogues swarmed up the cliff. Luka growled and transformed to his wolf, he pushed her to the nearby tree and stood before her growling loudly at the Rogues. He launched himself into their midst and attacked. Taylor joined him and started fighting alongside with him. They were making good progress until those fools started wielding whips. One of them slashed painfully across his torso catching him off guard. Taylor was also surprised when it caught one of his hind legs and threw him over. He

Luke didn’t stop looking at each of them so intensely as he continued, “The rogue attack is drawing closer and closer to our boundaries.” “And we are prepared,” one of the elders replied. Luke shook his head, frowning a bit, “Are you sure about this? How ready?” he replied. The elders knew he had lost his dad to a rogue attack in a neighbouring pack, in which his dad’s friend was alpha and he had gone to assist them. Since then, their pack had been on consistent alert and guarding. No rogue was let to go free, as they could be a spy.