Deathwatch Clone Wars Novels & Stories

They were like robots; unstoppable until stopped. Raul made more fires and they began to dwindle in number. The werewolves began to have the fight as many of the clones fell to the ground, dead. The presidential army was losing the fight as the soldiers were shooting endlessly at the werewolves. It was an all-out war and the clones were now very careful. No one moved towards the war tank and the captain of the soldiers began to call for reinforcements. The president was just about to get into his aircraft when the scientist received the distress call for reinforcements. The scientist gazed at the president.

The Soul-Radices were very rare and beautiful cheats for hunters. Creed's Soul-Radix ability was called Clone-Drift. His Soul-Radix allowed him to make his clones and also swap positions with them. Unfortunately, every soul-radix had limitations attached to them. In Creed’s case, he could swap positions with his clones an unlimited number of times, but once the clone dies, he needs to wait for 2 days before he could create them again. Each clone would have a total lifetime of three days. Creed's actual body now appeared at the exact position where Alia disappeared with his clone. For them, it appeared as if the armored man grabbed Alia's wrists and made her disappear. Nobody understood what

i said while moving backwards then i noticed something on my t - shirt, a blood stain. "Where did this come from?" I asked myself. another drop dripped on me again, it was coming from the roof , i looked up and i saw a woman killed and hanged up, her whole body was full of blood as if he was being eaten by wolves. When i was about to get out, lights started flicking in my back , somebody was really in there. I stopped and looked back then the lights cane in at once, that was the first time i met my clone face to face, i felt like i was fainting and my whole body was quivering, he looked exactly like me.

He had calculated everything, and the only thing that mattered was his life. The two had no idea what happened after they left, but Vanity quickly finished all the men and slowly and painfully killed the Drysdale's men. “I made a promise to myself not to kill you or seek vengeance because you were the ones who brought me into this world. I had vowed not to touch you as long as you did not seek me first, but you are still so selfish that you delivered yourself to me, and in order to prevent that from happening again, this clone will end your miserable lives,” Vanity said as she sank her teeth into Dwain's neck and instantly claimed his life.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

"Your father was Stuart Bent Snr. He died in the bomb blast that killed dozens of Blood Crest Pack members. You are the first child of two and the only surviving one. You enjoy watching wrestling matches even though you hate the real deal. For a snack, your go-to is dark chocolate. Might I add more?" "It's really you, Alpha Seven!" Stuart screeched. I nodded. "The real one. Not the same as the impostor, got it?" Stuart shook his head slowly. "Are you really saying that a clone has been ruling over us for five years? How is that even possible?"

she murmured, voice gentle but firm. Spider scanned the room, eyes darting over rows of identical pods — some empty, some still humming with life. “Looks like they’re growing a whole army of these clones. Valeria really isn’t playing around.” Suddenly, the facility’s alarms blared to life, red lights flooding the halls. “Well, that’s not supposed to happen,” Widowmaker muttered, already pulling her silenced pistol. “Did you touch something?” Spider joked, trying to keep the mood light. “Maybe,” Widowmaker replied dryly, “or maybe the clones don’t like visitors.”

The warehouse fell silent save for the dull, repetitive thud of the bat and Deather’s cold, unfeeling laughter. When he finally stopped, the lifeless body of Mr. Wong lay in a twisted heap at his feet. Deather wiped a hand across his blood-splattered face, his grin unwavering as he turned to his men. The Scarface Cartel members stood in tense silence, heads bowed, their breaths shallow and fearful. “What I did was right, isn't it Drako?” Deather said, addressing his consigliere without so much as glancing at him. Drako nodded hesitantly, his expression stoic yet wary. “Your verdict has never been wrong, Deather.”