Clone Wars Clone Commandos Novels & Stories

Another death. "Stop!" "Wake them up." "I can't!" "Why not?" "Because they're not ready! They need another six months! Another year! Another decade!" "Then you have no power." "I have you." William pulled out a remote. Pressed a button. The tanks opened. The clones stepped out. Fifty of them. Fifty Henrys. Fifty monsters. --- Alexander ran. The clones followed. Slow at first. Then faster. They didn't speak. Didn't think. Didn't feel.

But Amara’s gaze stayed locked on the clone — the one that looked like her. “Why did they make you?” she whispered. The clone smiled faintly. “Because you wouldn’t kneel.” Before Amara could react, the clone’s hand pressed against the glass — and shattered it with inhuman strength. The explosion of pressure sent Amara flying backward. Luca caught her mid-fall as Cassian opened fire. Bullets tore through the chamber, but the clone didn’t fall — she absorbed them, her body healing as fast as it was breaking. “Retreat!” Cassian shouted.

"You weren't supposed to come back." The truth came in fragments: Project Looking Glass—A black ops program to create perfect undercover operatives. The DNA source—A stolen sample from a young Demi Perez after a routine school physical. The betrayal—When my father discovered they were mass-producing his daughter, he stole the original prototype. Me. Naz's rifle never wavered from his chest. "Bullshit. The Consortium would never—" "The Consortium was always a front," my father interrupted. "The first clones were deployed fifteen years ago. How do you think we maintained cover in hostile territories so easily? Replace a general's daughter. A drug lord's mistress. You've been working with clone

It seems that the Swampland Crocodile King's berserk mode stimulated something inside of Kirou. 'Berserk mode huh. Let's see if it's similar to the type I know.' After that thought flashed in his mind, Kirou ordered his remaining clone to attack the boss monster via shadow teleportation. The clone nodded and disappeared into the nearby shadows. Not long after, the clone appeared behind the boss monster and delivered a splendid sneak attack. [-350] That was the highest damage value done to the swampland crocodile king during the entire fight. Immediately following that hit, however, the clone was delivered a heavy hit with the boss's tail. The clone died instantly.

In a flash, Kaymaer was inches away from X’s face, but before he could do anything, a blast of white energy went through his chest. He started to fall to the planet’s surface even he instantaneously regenerated and rushed back at X, only to get beheaded this time. His head grew back immediately, but this time he pulled back and hundreds of thousands of clones pour out of his body, with lightning speed. They surrounded X and lunged at him but he simply slices his hand through the air and they burst into pieces, but it was all a distraction. As the clones float away, Kaymaer is revealed with a tiny orb in his hand.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

==Sentient Weapon== [Atlas] ==Soul Armas== (Weapon): [Flame Trident], [Grieving Ebony Hunting Bow], [Cursed Arrow], [Weeping Edge] (Armor): [Titania's Corslet], [Slither-Hide] (Mount) : [Cursed Stallion] (Extension) : [Titania's Memoir of Treachery], [Aves Wings] ==Soul Radix== [Grade-1 - Radix] - Clone Drift- An ability to make 2 clones and swap positions with them an unlimited number of times. After each clone's death, the user needs to wait for 2 days before he can create them again. Each clone would have a total lifetime of three days per clone. Each clone can mimic the user's skill and abilities with 60% efficiency.

My jaw clenched, but I nodded, trying not to let my hatred for the man show too obviously. "And, of course, obedience is non-negotiable,” Jaxon continued, leaning forward to make his point clear. “When I tell you to do something, you’ll do it. No questions. No attitude. I want full compliance." I could feel the anger simmering under my skin, but I forced myself to keep quiet, my gaze fixed on a spot on Jaxon's desk. I refused to give Jaxon the satisfaction of seeing just how deeply his words affected me. “Loyalty, Riley,” Jaxon continued, each word laced with a possessive tone that made my skin crawl. “Your loyalty belongs to me now. That means no sneaking around, no talking to other people

Trying to know if it's a dream but no, it's not. It's real. She wants to cry but she won't let him see her tears, not now not ever. He has broken her enough. ★★★★ DINNING ROOM ★★★★ In the dining room, the Clan members, back from their mission, were animatedly discussing their success. "Can you believe we actually pulled it off?" said a tall man with dark hair named Dominic. "Atlanta was a tough one, but we made it." "Yeah, but who almost botched it up? Oh, right, you, Clara," teased a short, muscular woman with a mischievous grin.

he shrugs, “if you leave here you'd just find my colleagues and attack them. No, you either make your stand here and die or you try to retreat and die. Those are your only options.” “Well, aren't you just a ray of sunshine” Corrin mocks, “what makes you think you'll win?” “Because I will,” he says flatly. What the fuck are we going to do? “Enough talking” Ash roars as he lunges at the Knight. He brings his claws down on the man, but he's faster, pulling his Claymore and using it to block the blow. The impact makes a screeching sound as his claws scrape the steel. He uses the blunt side of the Claymore to push Ash back then he swings.