Clones Book Novels & Stories

“Tell me, *Lena*, when was the last time you bled and didn’t heal in seconds?” I froze. Because she wasn’t wrong. Three nights ago, the wound from the shard of glass had closed in minutes. I’d told myself it was adrenaline, a miracle. But now No. No, it couldn’t be. Kai must’ve seen it on my face. “Don’t,” he said, voice breaking. “Don’t believe her.” Liam’s hand trembled around his weapon. Zane looked like he’d seen a ghost. The clone stepped closer, smiling like victory. “See? They didn’t save you, Lena. They *created* you. And when you die…” she leaned in, whispering “…they’ll just make another.”

Damien’s POV The lab burned behind us. Flames licked at shattered glass and twisted metal, casting hellish shadows that danced over the blood-soaked floors. The air reeked of scorched chemicals and singed flesh—a grotesque perfume of war. We stood just beyond the perimeter, Aurora’s hand still gripping mine like a tether keeping me from spiraling into the madness Monroe had unleashed. I couldn’t shake the image of the clone—my clone—eyes open, dead on the table, his face an eerie mirror of mine. The only difference had been the blankness behind his gaze. No soul. No memories. Just flesh and programmed obedience.

Strong. Identical to Emilio. But colder. Eyes black. Elias watched through a monitor. "Begin Phase Two. Let the ghost taste air." The boy’s eyes snapped open. He whispered one word: "Mother." ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW PAGE "You can clone a body. You cannot clone a soul. But if you feed rage to both... they will not become brothers. They will become war." Aria folded the page. Burned it. And disappeared again.

The old-fashioned way is bodies. Clone bodies out of the flood. Residual bodies along the rail with knives and stolen guns. Tame bodies dragging half-awake rack survivors toward relay exits. My body, too hot and too pregnant and too useful, standing in the middle with a burned hand the city has learned to mark. The first clone reaches the gallery edge. Sarah shoots its elbow before it clears the rail. Renn’s fighter beside her drives a pry bar through its shoulder and levers it backward into the water. Another clone climbs over the falling one without looking down.

"Probably from Crescent Moon pack. Should we just leave her?" "No." The third voice stopped them cold. "Bring her." They lifted me like I weighed nothing, carrying me deeper into rogue territory than any pack wolf had ever returned from alive. But I was not pack anymore, was I? I was nothing. The Rogue King waited in a clearing that felt older than memory itself. Tall as a tree and twice as dangerous, with scars mapping his face like constellations. When his silver eyes met mine, I saw something I had not seen in days.

Jeff pushed Lena behind him, his rifle swinging toward the approaching figures. "Stay close," he growled. Mara's fingers dug into my arm as the first clone lunged— A gunshot cracked. The clone's head snapped back, but she didn't fall. The wound sealed before our eyes, her skin knitting together with an unnatural shimmer. Nolan dragged himself upright, his leg bleeding. "Well... shit." Voss laughed from where she lay in the dirt. "You can't kill what was never alive, Demi." The clones advanced, their movements too fluid, too precise. Jeff emptied his magazine into the nearest one—useless.

Still, I love the author, Priam, but his book this time is confusing. His book was always been things about the morphers; how they live, their traditions and more. But this is the first time I came across something like this and for one thing, it is still, Priam's book. It's still early for my shift at the cafe, so I reach for my phone and type the title of the book. "The...first....born." I muttered typing every letter with my heart beating fast.

Kael countered. ​As the Citadel began to crumble into the golden light of the Core, Kael grabbed Nora and Elia, racing back toward the golden bridge. The Council of Clones didn't fight back with weapons; they fought with Regret, flooding Kael’s mind with the 'What-Ifs' of a hundred failed lives. ​But Kael didn't look back. He looked forward, toward the 284 chapters he had yet to write.

But the creature quickly recovered, its wounds healing almost instantly. “We need to do this now,” Lycidas said, As if Claud heard what Lycidas said, he landed right in front of him. “Who’s with the demon now?” Lycidas asked. “Won’t it run off to hurt more people?” “My clone is keeping it busy,” Claud replied. “It’s just using our superior speed to keep it distracted. It’s not really landing hits.” “You can make clones?!” Lycidas and Lupa asked in unison, their eyes wide with surprise.

I lit it, and the flickering flame cast eerie shadows on the walls. As the light grew brighter, I saw that the restricted section was filled with books, but each one had a small keyhole on its cover. I realized that these books were locked, and I wondered what kind of secrets they might hold. My eyes scanned the shelves, and that's when I saw it - a black book with a symbol on its cover that made my heart skip a beat. It was the same symbol that was on the jade necklace I had found. I felt a surge of excitement and reached for the book, my fingers trembling slightly.