Clone Wars Clone Commandos Mga Nobela at Kwento

the president ordered the scientist who then got the lab and operated on his system to release all the clones they had been working on for many years. The clones all came out except for the ultimate one, Thomas I who was locked in a special place. The soldiers marched with clones into the helicopters and straight to the mainlands with the direction of the scientist via headphones. Meanwhile, the scientist headed to Thomas I incubator and released him. he then ordered him to go to the mainlands in search of the one they call, Raul. Thomas I nodded and smiled as he got himself kitted up and ready for the fight.

Genji said as he pulled out his holo phone. “DON'T YOU DARE SEND IT TO MAIKA AND GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW!” Clayton shouted. Genji and Willow rolled their eyes as they laughed at the sergeant as they tried to pull him out by grabbing his center and groin plate. “I will hand it to you Clay despite Esmeralda blowing up. I am more impressed that you didn’t get torn in half by that explosion.” “Well Bossman I am awesome and I got plot armor!” Clayton bragged. “I would not count on it, you are merely a lucky mortal.” The Demon grunted.

The door was solid oak with heavy locks. Beautiful, comfortable, and absolutely inescapable. Perfect. I reached carefully into my elaborately styled hair and extracted a small crystal, no bigger than a pearl. The communication device pulsed with soft blue light as I activated it with a whisper of power. "I am in," I whispered quietly. Static crackled for a moment before a familiar voice responded—rough, commanding, tinged with the kind of darkness that made smart people run. "About time, little wolf. Status report."

Igarashi who raised his eyebrows playfully at my expression as if this was something that he was used to. "It's been the focus of this project to work on a way for the soldiers on the front lines, to not wear out as easily. We're particularly interested in the next evolution." Dr. Dawson's hands moved around wildly as he lead me down the corridor. The wall was the same as before, seamless, until we stopped in front of another random panel. Here, he pushed aside a small panel to reveal a scanner. I was surprised to see it there as he swiped his key card and pressed a code into the room. I felt goosebumps as the door slid open and revealed there was a red tiled staircase leading towards

They didn't have souls; they were just empty shells filled with a twisted version of my own magic. "Kill them," Chloe commanded, her voice cold and sharp. "But try to keep the girl’s heart intact. We still need the marrow." The first clone lunged. She was a blur of silver and black. Rowan let out a primal roar and swung his arm, sending a wave of violet force toward her. The clone was thrown back, but she flipped in mid-air and landed on the ceiling, her claws digging into the metal like it was soft clay. "Rowan, let me go," I pleaded. "You can't fight them while holding me. You’re burning up!"

The pods around the room began to pulse with light — slow at first, then faster. Isabella stepped back, eyes wide. “They’re waking up!” “Get behind me,” I ordered. The first pod shattered. Then another. Then another. Figures stumbled out — malformed, enraged, their veins glowing faintly blue under their skin. Clones. Experiments. Soldiers made in my father’s image — in my image. They roared in unison, the sound inhuman. Damian shouted, “Weapons up!” Gunfire erupted. Bullets tore through glass and flesh, but the things didn’t fall easily. They moved too fast, too wild. I fought with everything I had — blades, bullets, bare hands. Each strike felt like hitting a piece of my own past.

“He already doesn’t.” And then he was gone. Alessio was halfway through tying off a bandage on his forearm when the clone walked in, barefoot, shirtless, blood smudged just right on his temple like he’d been in a fight and won. “Where the hell were you?” Alessio asked. “Knocked out,” the clone said. “Back room. System blackout fried the whole sector.” “You good?” The clone walked straight up to him, grabbed him by the jaw, and kissed him.

"I can and I have. Sixteen prototypes ready in the tanks down the hall. They look perfect on scans. But they need the activation key. Your marrow. It holds the raw command factor from Elara's line. Once injected, the clones wake up fully. They become the new council. Order restored under Ring control." I stared at her, chest heaving. "You helped kill my real mother. Now you want pieces of me to make your army? Lila, if that's even your name, you're sicker than Victor." "Victor is a tool," she said flatly, checking the straps on my left arm. "Useful but limited. He got the power grab started. I finish it. The clones won't make his mistakes. No ego. No messy family ties." "Messy family ties?"

"Aradaa, this is a trap." "It's more than that," the Clone said, stepping out of the pod. His movements were fluid, perfect. "You think that Black Hole in your head is a curse? It’s a magnet. You brought the Ark here because the Overseer needed your frequency to pull this station back into the main network. You didn't find us. You were summoned." Aradaa backed away, his heart hammering against his ribs. "I'm not helping him." "You already did." The Clone pointed to the walls. "Look at what this glacier really is."

The Soul-Radices were very rare and beautiful cheats for hunters. Creed's Soul-Radix ability was called Clone-Drift. His Soul-Radix allowed him to make his clones and also swap positions with them. Unfortunately, every soul-radix had limitations attached to them. In Creed’s case, he could swap positions with his clones an unlimited number of times, but once the clone dies, he needs to wait for 2 days before he could create them again. Each clone would have a total lifetime of three days. Creed's actual body now appeared at the exact position where Alia disappeared with his clone. For them, it appeared as if the armored man grabbed Alia's wrists and made her disappear. Nobody understood what