Clones Book Novels & Stories

He glances at Dominic's face aiming to see a satisfied expression but what he saw was a frown. Dominic hits the book on the table -thankfully Robert wasn't there- and sighed in frustration. "It isn't. This is a clone, someone's making clones to prevent us from getting the original." Stunned, Simon asked, shuttering, "How did you- How come? That- that's not possible!" He looked at his Master perplexed, he was finding it hard to believe. Positioning the book back on the shelf, Dominic turned around to face Simon.

’ Blake Prime thought and severed his connections to the two clones he created tonight, making them independent of his thoughts and feelings; only after they merge back will he relive the experience. Blake Prime focused on Koran’s needs and went slow and gentle to her, while in the next room, Blake’s Clone had to be strong a forceful to Nancy. This scenario was a bit amusing to the two Blakes, for Koran out of the bedroom was more domineering as Nancy was on the timid side.

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.

Lauren sniffed before answering “It was a white shirt and pink pants. I thought it was odd because you hated pink” “That wasn’t me,” he said, suddenly realizing it as he spoke aloud. “What?” “That couldn’t have been me. I hate pink Lauren, I would never wear pink” he said, his head whirling with unanswered questions. Lauren sat up, realizing that this just changed a lot between them “Then who was that?” “Nathan” he answered, realization suddenly dawning on him “That was my clone that day Lauren?” “Clone? That shit doesn’t exist Damien!” “It does,” He said, his tone turning serious “Back when we were in college, Nathan was messing around in his lab and made a clone of me, he could’ve done the

"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.

’ Clara asked. The Colfers looked at each other and shrugged, ‘Mostly, I think,’ John, his dad answered. 'Some of them are first editions, so the books are just there for decoration,’ he said, smiling. ‘So, Clara, my dear, Sebastian said you wanted to talk to us. What is this about?’ his mom pried. ‘Sam, let the girl sit and relax before you interrogate her,’ John scolded his wife.

"I think he's something else entirely. Angelica too. I thought it was strange how she suddenly appeared, now I think I know why. She must be one of these...doubles." "Clones," Clark clarifies. "We're looking at a room of clones. And this explains a lot actually." The video feed ends and Clark pulls up the files he had been reading before. "If what I'm reading here is accurate, Magnus himself isn't the original either." "Jude..."

Tehila's POV A Clone? The word bounced around my skull like a stone in an empty room but it would not settle into anything that made sense. Wolves could not be cloned. The genetics were too complex, too unstable I will say. Every scientist who had tried ended up with nothing but dead tissue and failed experiments. But Genesis Labs was not normal science and the proof was whimpering softly in that carrier.

I burrowed further into the bed when his right hand found its way into my line of vision and his nails were replaced with claws. “You look beautiful in this dress” he said in an animalistic tone that had me almost convulsing with orgasm “Thank you” I replied in a small voice “Sorry” was all he said afterwards before the claws came down on my dress. I heard the sound of a ripping and looked down only to find my dress in shreds and I was lying in my underwear. I guess my mate didn’t appreciate them because they were next. His claws retracted and he pulled all my shredded clothes away from the bed and to goddess knows where.

“There might be an answer hidden inside the forbidden book.” Without waiting for the board members to dismiss the crowd, the four of us quietly slipped away from the field. We hurried across the courtyard and ran straight to Eileen’s dorm room. The moment the heavy wooden door shut behind us, I rushed over to the small desk. I pulled out the book from its hiding spot and tossed it onto the mattress. I sat down and began to flip through the weathered, yellowed pages immediately, my fingers searching for any mention of the glowing dome. Finally, my eyes landed on a section containing faded illustrations of a fractured crescent symbol. It was a part in the book that explicitly talked about the