Clones Book Novels & Stories

"The practice. The method. The thing that moves between people when the conditions are right." "Then the fourth book is the argument for everyone," Clara says. "The specific is yours. But the proof —" she looks at the letter in her hands — "the proof is anyone who grew up inside the right conditions." "Yes," Valentina says. "That is the fourth book's closing argument." Clara folds the letter again. Puts it back in her coat pocket. "I will be in the acknowledgments," she says. "You will be in the argument," Valentina says.

“We know that does not help.” “No,” I agreed. “It doesn’t.” Marcus stood up quietly and moved to stand beside me. He didn’t say anything. He just stood there, present, solid, which was somehow the most useful thing anyone had done for me all evening. I looked at the books spread across the table. Old histories, margin-noted and flagged in a dozen places. Research. They’d been doing research before this happened, and they’d kept me away from it, and whatever was written in those pages had something to do with me, and with Alistair, and with why my existence was worth enough to someone to send a clone and a team of fire-wolves into a building full of innocent people on a Tuesday night.

she asked, bursting with excitement. "Anything you ask for, A*i," said Weston, sitting down beside her. A*ianna looked at all their expectant faces with a grin on her face. "Anything, dear," whispered their mom. "Well, I came across this book and I found that the storyline resembles yours and Isabella's, Weston. The author's name is Isabella H. and she's based in LA. I think this is our Isabella. What do you think?" Asked an excited Arianna.

“He’s not like the others. He doesn’t have rage. Or need. He has structure. Purpose.” “What does he want?” Eve looked at her like someone peering into a mirror warped by grief. “He wants to end you. Not because he hates you… but because he wants to replace you.” Clone 73 stood in front of the twelve. His tone was calm. Cult-like. “The phoenix is not a myth. It’s an algorithm. Built. Engineered. Replicated.” He paced slowly. “Chaewon Kim was the error. The chaotic variable. She proved that legacy fails when poisoned by choice.”

“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.” Damian stood slowly, eyes locked on his duplicate. “You’re not me.” The clone tilted its head. “I have all your memories. All your skills. All your desires. The only difference is I won’t hesitate to take what I want.” Its gaze flicked to Alex, lingering on the swollen belly. “Starting with him.” The room erupted. Security dragged the clone away, but the damage was done. Whispers spread. Doubts grew. Were the real Damian and Alex still in control? Or had the clones

But the older I got, I realized how all those stories didn't add up. And that sparked my suspicion. I began to suspect two people whose names i would never mention, until I had concrete evidence. "Look who's trying too hard to belong here,” Melissa, the Alpha's daughter snapped the book away from my hand. “Give it back, Melissa!" I barked, chasing her around. "Herbs to unleash your inner wolf.”She read aloud. Laughter tore across the living room from everyone seated. "You shouldn't even try.” She suddenly paused, her eyes glinting with malice.

“Kinda like that movie about that guy who needed more of himself? So he cloned himself, then the clone decided to clone himself. It was really funny. Anyway, doing that clone thing is probably illegal. Can’t have lots of the same someone all over the place. Imagine if one of them’s a killer, too. Do they all get charged?”

"Give us a mystery! Give us a heist! Give us a plot that isn't about who I'm sleeping with!" I lunged for the Anchor just as the silver arrows struck the stone. The combination of my "Editor" energy and the conductive silver created a backdraft of pure, white-hot narrative force. The clones shattered into glass shards. The purple mist was sucked back into the pillar. And then, the voice of the Author changed. It went from a scream to a glitchy, distorted whisper. “Fine. You want a different story? You want a mystery? Then find the Architect. Book Two: The Silent Kingdom. Coming... never.”

Gideon is the love of my life, whether I want to admit it or not, and I can’t run from him anymore than I can run from my own shadow. "That's why they kept asking me about the bunker; they want to know how to clone males as well as females. They could make an army of shifters like you, strong and loyal without a wolf; you’re only different because you were born, not made.” Gideon mutters as he rests his chin on my head. “It's good that you got rid of the paperwork; the last thing we need is for that stuff to fall into the wrong hands. Tomorrow I’ll have the bunker filled with concrete; no one will get down there again.” I’m still not sure how I feel about all of this cloning stuff but at le