Clone Wars Clone Commandos Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.

*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.

Chloe waved a hand dismissively. “It’s fine. I get it. He’s just really clingy sometimes. Sweet, but clingy.” I couldn’t help but smile at her assessment. “Yeah, that’s Eric for you. Always looking out for everyone.” We were still laughing about Eric’s overprotective tendencies when the atmosphere in the office shifted. The usual hum of conversation and the clatter of keyboards faded, replaced by a hush that carried a weight of unease. I turned in my chair, following everyone’s gazes to the entrance.

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.

“Show them my queen. Clara smiled, her amber eyes shifting into brilliant white-gold starlight. She raised her free hand, tapping into her ancestral Dragon Core. "Marcus," Clara commanded smoothly. "Activate one hundred hard-light drones. Maximum difficulty." Marcus hesitated for a second over the console, then pressed the override key. SHRRRRRRR-ROOOM! The projection pillars flared with terrifying intensity. One hundred crimson Void-Swarm drones materialized in a tight, deadly swarm above the coliseum floor, their simulated anti-matter weapons charging to full capacity as they dove directly toward Dominic and Clara at supersonic speeds! Dominic didn't even draw his obsidian sword.

Yet, he wore a fierce smile full of battle spirit. “You finally appeared,” Emperor Stavros said through gritted teeth. “James Caden, I didn’t expect you to become this strong.” “I don’t know either,” James replied with a smile and a shake of his head. “However, taking you down shouldn’t be a problem.” “You’re so arrogant!” Emperor Stavros immediately stood straight. “Do you think two clones and a second body could injure me? You underestimate the Forty-Ninth Heaven.” “No, you’re wrong.” James shrugged. “They weren’t my clones. All of them were second bodies. My real clone is here.”

A man sat suspended in the fluid, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling in a slow, artificial rhythm. He didn't look like Dominic. He looked like Silas Thorne at the age of thirty—the predatory curve of the jaw, the arrogant set of the brow, and the long, elegant fingers that had signed the death warrants of a million "donors." "A clone," Tommy whispered, his voice cracking. "He wasn't just trying to live forever through the blood. He was building a replacement." "Not a replacement," a voice boomed, not from the pod, but from the speakers embedded in the obsidian cube. "An archive."

I grab one soldier's foot with the whip and throw them across the air into nearby soldiers. The clone with the water and ice bracelets freezes the soldiers feet in place while putting a bubble of water around their faces. They start to drown. We don’t kill them but wait for them to become unconscious before releasing the water bubble. The clone with the body of light touches the guns and they melt instantly. Normally I would have her walk through the soldiers melting their insides and killing them instantly, but I am not trying to start a war over a locket. 37 seconds left. I look around and find the captain. He is unshaken, with absolutely no fear on his face even though his soldiers are fa

They didn't speak to each other, they didn't call out target locations, and every single one of them had the exact same height, jawline, and broad shoulders. Noah felt his stomach drop into a cold, hollow pit. He raised his rifle scope, zooming in on the neck of the masked man fighting five feet away. Beneath the edge of the man’s black leather collar, standing out starkly against his pale skin, was a faint, blue tattooed mark: SUBJECT ZERO-THREE. Noah’s mind spun in total shock. They aren't mercenaries, Noah realized, his breath catching in his throat. They are another batch of clones... older than us, trained in secret, and working for someone else!