Clones Book Novels & Stories

That's a place I won't ever be visiting. "So, where are the boys?" My change of subject doesn't hit the mark as we're still bound to talk about Nox. "A meeting," is all she says. She must see my annoyance, hear the groan that gets caught in my throat. "No clue,” she admits, “boys only club." Sexist much. "They're the wolves, so they think they can make all the rules." "You mean, you’re not-I thought that-"

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.

he said with a smirk. I grumbled and went to the bookshelf. There were like thousands of books there, and I spent a good thirty minutes arranging them. Those thirty minutes were stressful, to say the least. "I'm done," I sighed in relief. "You're done?" the young man asked. "Yes, so is my admission safe?" I responded. "Not yet," he replied. "What do you mean by that?!" I yelled in frustration. "Don't shout, just do one more thing," he said calmly.

Dr. Julius Hansen told his friend everything he had done to carry out the "assignment", which was to achieve a clone of Jesus of Nazareth. Of course, his first reaction when he was made the proposal was flatly refuse the idea, because human cloning is strictly prohibited, but his scientific curiosity and attraction to the unknown made him change his mind, and he agreed to do so secretly, thinking that he might not achieve his purpose because of the complex of the process and because had never been attempted before. For this, he needed to disguise his actions with those of an ethically possible research related to the topic. He told him that he obtained the support of his laboratory located i

They had all been shot, execution-style, with a single, precise bullet hole in their foreheads. Beneath the horrifying imagery, Damon's clinical, cold handwriting crawled across the page, explaining exactly why. He hadn't written about them as his sons or even as living beings; he had written about them as defective livestock. No matter what alchemical formula or elemental magic he used to accelerate their growth, the adult clones suffered the exact same fate as the infants. They woke up, but there was nothing inside them. Damon's meticulous notes detailed how they opened milky, soulless eyes, completely unable to function, speak, or comprehend. They were just breathing meat—living shells wi

“I’m not an asset.” She met my eyes. “Neither was I. Until they decided I was.” Damon cursed under his breath. “Clones,” I whispered without meaning to. Liana’s expression hardened. “No. Not clones. That’s too crude. You were engineered variations. Genetic siblings, if you want to simplify it. Designed to survive different outcomes.” My chest felt like it was collapsing inward. “No,” I said again, louder. “That’s not possible. People don’t do that.”

My thumb pressed on her clit, rubbing in firm circles while I kept sucking and licking. Clone One looked back at me over her shoulder, her eyes dark and full of lust. She leaned forward, her breasts dangling, and kissed me deeply. Our tongues tangled, sharing the taste of pussy from our mouths – Clone Two's on mine, my own on hers. It was messy, saliva mixing with juices, dripping down our chins. Clone Two's moans grew louder, her tongue working Clone One's clit as her body writhed under my fingers.

“Like thunder in a storm.” Something cold slid down my spine. “How did they grow you so fast?” Lena asked. “Cloning doesn’t work like that.” “It does,” Eve said. “If you skip the parts that break.” “What parts are those?” Alex asked. “Morality.” The lights above us pulsed red. The servers whined higher. Somewhere deeper in the complex, something stirred. Doors unlocking. Systems waking. “You shouldn’t be here,” Eve said, almost regretful. “This place isn’t safe anymore. Not for you. Not for her.” She pointed at me. “They’re coming.”

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.

"She's fine by the way." Ash gave a small smile. "Good." Alexander looked at him curiously. Why this concern when he had partaken in the capture and killing of hundreds of his people? He was an unusual one, this one. It was intriguing but also infuriating; it was much easier to deal with their kind when they acted like the brutal, self-righteous and spiteful mini-clones of authority he normally dealt with. "It's rare to hear a White Clan warrior care," Alexander said evenly, stating it simply as a fact and not yet passing any judgment on it either for or against the man before him.