Clone Trooper Hardcase Novels & Stories

She snapped her fingers. Push. A focused blast of air slammed the trooper backward. He flew off the platform and landed in a pile of sawdust with a muffled crunch. The second trooper raised his rifle. Tristan stepped out of the mist. He grabbed the barrel of the rifle. The white veins flared. The rifle’s power cell drained instantly. The weapon went dead. The trooper pulled the trigger. Click. "Battery issue?" Tristan asked politely. He punched the trooper. It wasn't a normal punch. He released a kinetic burst of the absorbed wolf-energy on impact.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

I stop laughing immediately, and Claire realizes why. He is close. I can smell him, and I can feel my heart thumping loudly against my ribcage. “Has he ever hit anyone? “. I ask in fear. “You are his mate, he won’t lay a finger on you”, she says, avoiding stating the obvious. “You did not answer my question” “Fine. He does, but trust me, he would never hit you. At least, not intentionally”. Don Richardo comes into the room. “It is time to go,” he says, and I stand up quickly, bow my head and try to leave. He pulls me and walks quickly into a room. From all indications, it is his bedroom.

She took the laptop from him, her determination evident. “You just tap here,” he instructed, demonstrating the interface. “I’m not stupid, I know,” she retorted playfully, and they both shared a laugh. With that, Cassie and Tobias made their way to the garage. Waiting for them was a sleek, dark Land Rover Defender. Cassie’s eyes widened in admiration. “I’m driving!” she exclaimed, sprinting past Tobias to jump into the driver’s seat. “Michael watched as Cassie and Tobias prepared for their mission, a mix of excitement and concern swirling in his chest. The dimly lit garage echoed with the sound of Cassie's footsteps as she rushed to the Land Rover Defender.

Just feeling the caffeine enter my body was good enough. "Feeling better?" Hunt asked, leaning forward and drinking from his own mug. I nodded and then got down to finishing the rest of my sandwich and coffee. When I was done, I felt warm inside and happy too. It'd been long since I'd felt either of those things. "We'll be moving the traps further into the woods this year," a burly man in a red and black plaid shirt said as he walked into the store with a rifle in his large hand. He wore a dirty brown cap over his head with thin strands of dark hair sticking out front underneath. There was something about him that reeked of danger. I could smell it all over him along with the strong stench o

My heart hammered so violently against Killian’s ribs I was certain the trooper would feel the vibration. "Step back from the bumper, sir," Marcus's voice came from the driver's side, perfectly level and polite. "Those boxes contain bio-hazard samples for the Queens lab. If the seal breaks, we both have a very long night ahead of us." The trooper grunted, the heavy squeak of his leather duty belt echoing as he leaned further into the cargo bay. "What’s that noise?" My blood turned to liquid ice. From the dark corner behind the boxes, Leo’s respirator let out a faint, rhythmic hiss—a soft, wet rattle of a failing valve trying to push oxygen through a dry connector. The timer was ticking, and

"Top Mafia Boss Spotted Welcoming Girlfriend at Airport Last Night" The accompanying photo showed Samara wearing Vernon's coat over her shoulders as he opened the backseat door for her. He even had a hand against the top of the car so she wouldn't bump her head against the edge. His eyes were so gentle that they looked completely foreign to me. The gentle look in his eyes was far more authentic than the gentleness he'd shown me over the past five years. I moved out of the mansion that day. When I left, I knew that I had to put up my armor once again. I'd come to understand that there wasn't anyone in the world who could be my safe place, even if that person used to make me think that he love

Like if she didn’t keep moving, she’d lose control of the rage simmering just beneath her skin. It took nearly an hour to break through. The final crack split the slab open with a sound like bone snapping. Beneath it—layers of plastic sheeting. Sealed with industrial tape. I pulled it out slowly, carefully. Beneath the wrapping was a case. Steel. Locked. Cali stepped beside me. “You have the gear?” I nodded, pulled out the lockpick and bypass kit, and started working. The latch gave after a few minutes, just enough to crack the case open.

Coward. I turned to the bunk. Still tilted. The mattress slightly shifted from where he’d lifted it. And now that I looked closer… the dust was stirred. A pattern in the grime on the floor, like something heavy had been dragged across it recently. I dropped to one knee. Lifted the edge. And paused. What the fuck… There — taped to the underside of the metal frame, barely visible unless you were looking — was a square black case. Thin. Sleek. Military-grade plastic. Definitely not regulation. Not mine.