Clones Book Novels & Stories

Perhaps, the clones could not be considered as humans. They were imperfect genetic duplications that had no memories or feelings. Since they had been created, they were implanted with a microchip and only knew how to execute orders. "Watch out, Madam!" Scarlett protected Larissa without hesitation. The clone sent her flying, and she coughed up blood. "Madam!" Max was anxious, but he was too far away. The clones continued to surge in endlessly. "Larissa!" Caspian and the others were worried sick. Twilight laughed hysterically.

Reproduction, nutrition and an extremely strong territorial behavior. With these first descendants, Doctor Christopher Krynick had created the monsters that now flooded the world and that still pose a threat to every single being on this planet today, almost two decades later. Proles had no natural enemies. They were bigger, faster and stronger than me. Their natural relatives and besides, they felt the need to mate with everything, just kept still long enough. Therefore it was hardly possible to master this plague and it was still questionable which of us would survive in the end. They or we?

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.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

I said, though my vision swam with exhaustion. “Liar.” A faint smile touched my lips. “You always know.” She tried to smile back but couldn’t. “You think she’ll come for us?” I looked out through the broken window — the horizon still glowing faintly orange. “No. She won’t need to. She’s already winning.” “What do you mean?” “The clones,” I said quietly. “They’re not soldiers — they’re seeds. She’ll scatter them across the world. Each one designed to infiltrate, adapt, and replicate. She’s not building an army. She’s building a new species.”

Or skin. I moved silently between the shelves, my fingers trailing over spines. History books. Genealogies. Accounts of the Purge that would have been burned if anyone knew they still existed. Then I found it. The Dragon Clans: A Complete History. The cover was warm to the touch. I barely had it open when a voice purred from the shadows: "Looking for something?" Hayden Moore stepped into the moonlight, twirling a knife between his fingers. His smile was all teeth.

Then again, my life wasn’t normal. “As far as what I know about hybrids,” CLAIRE continued, “I know the brainwashing bullshit that VEXX teaches, and I know my own experiences. But I’m trying to find something in one of these books to back up any of what I think is true. We should keep at it.” Apparently, she wasn’t going to tell me her theories. I opened an ancient tome—so old that the pages were elegantly scribed by an individual rather than a machine. The artwork caught my attention first. In the section header was a drawing of a person with a wolf’s head. I read the passage below and sucked in a shallow breath.

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.

Faith stared at the glowing monitors in the dark lab, her heart hammering against her ribs. On the screen, the video file from the South looped endlessly. Dozens of liquid-filled glass cylinders lined a sterile, white room. Inside each one suspended a girl with her exact face, her exact dark hair, and her exact build. And they were glowing. Not with the blue static Leo had displayed, but with that unmistakable, liquid-silver fire of the Master Key. “Clones,” Killian breathed, his voice dripping with absolute disgust. His hand found the mark on Faith's neck, his touch burning with a mixture of terror and protective fury. They didn't just try to steal your DNA, Faith. They’ve been growing you.

It might be the wrong book to write at this stage of things. Clare responded in two days: It is not the wrong book. It is the most important of the three. It is the one the first two were building toward. Send it. I will find it the right home. And she had, and the home was right, and the book was going to exist in the world in the spring. * * * Damien read the third book in a single evening in July, which was how she knew it had done what it was supposed to do. He came to the kitchen at eleven, later than usual, and he sat across from her at the table and was quiet for a long moment.