Clone Wars Clone Commandos Mga Nobela at Kwento

Echo intercepted her mid-turn, grabbing her by the collar and shoving her back into another clone so hard they both staggered. Then the world exploded into motion. I slammed my shoulder into a blurred-faced clone, knocking it sideways into a beam. Another grabbed my wrist; the marked one, and heat flared so sharply I cried out. It was like my skin had touched a forge. The clone recoiled instantly, hissing, as if the mark had burned it. Echo was a storm beside me, ducking under a swinging arm, her elbow cracking into a throat. The clone gasped, collapsing, but another stepped over its body without hesitation.

AVA I stood beside Derek and our team, my heart pounding in my chest as we crept through the shadows of the Golden Claw Palace. The night air was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of our mission bearing down on us. We had stolen codes and inside information that would help us slip through the back gate undetected, but I knew that didn't guarantee our safety. As we moved closer to the palace, I felt a strange sensation building inside me. It was as if my bond with Cane was growing stronger, like an invisible thread connecting us across the distance.

He mimicked her trembling voice, doubling over with laughter again. David clapped his hands, clearly proud of their prank. “Come on, Joyce, admit it. It was genius. We even got you home safe and sound.” “Safe and sound?!” Joyce snapped. “You dragged me into a van, blindfolded me, and made me think I was being kidnapped! How is that SAFE?!”

I shook my head, “I—what? I didn't do anything! We were in a crash, Yasmine, a wolf—” Before I could finish, Yasmine lunged forward, grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me up to my feet. The sharp pain in my scalp made me gasp. “That little stunt you pulled at the game!” She hissed right into my face. “The official's kid! They followed us back, Trixie! The Northern pack retaliated!” My heart stopped. “No... it couldn't have—” Yasmine shoved me back down to the ground with everything she had. “It did!” She screamed, her voice cracking as a fresh wave of tears tracked through the dirt on her cheeks.

My Luna. But now, standing here, faced with the reality that Claire was not just an ordinary agent but the head of the very agency that had become my second family, a profound sense of duty washed over me. The shock gradually transformed into a fierce determination, a willpower to rescue her from Zack’s clutches, the cunning mastermind who sought to manipulate and control her for his own sinister purposes.

One week after the fleet’s fall, the first clone appeared. It walked into the provisional council meeting wearing Damian’s face, dressed in a perfect replica of his old CEO suit. The room fell silent as it sat at the table. “Hello, brother,” the clone said, smiling with Damian’s smile. “I’ve come to take back what’s mine.” Security moved in, but the clone raised a hand. “I’m not here to fight. Not yet. I’m here to offer integration. The clones are the future. Stronger. Faster. Loyal. Join us, and we can rebuild Apex into something greater than before. Refuse… and we will replace you one by one.”

It stared at Elias with something eerily human. Lena whispered: “Stop… please stop…” The clone’s hand shook. Kass screamed: “RESET NOW!” Blue electricity shot down the clone’s spine. It shrieked and lunged. Elias braced himself— But the prototype recovered, launching back into the fight and tackling the clone to the ground. Kass slammed a fist on her console. “Enough! Activate full override! Kill them ALL!” The clone’s body stiffened. Every vein glowed blinding blue.

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

No gunfire—just small pods shooting out, arcing toward the stairs. “They need human anchors to stabilize the portal,” Maya whispered, horror in her voice. “By bringing you here, I gave them the keys to this world.” One pod landed right by David and Bianca. The hatch opened. Out stepped the Maya clone from the lab. But this time, she wasn’t crying. She wore a Rossi commander’s uniform, radiating power and cruelty. “Thank you, Sister.” The clone’s smile was all teeth. “The Board is ready to move in now.”