Female Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

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.

But then I remembered this was for my own good, so I pinched my nose with one hand and gulped down the mixture in one go. The throbbing had long stopped, but my body still felt weak. If Don wants me to work, then work I must do. I climbed down from the bed, dusting my dirty clothes and slid into my sandals. My eyes caught my reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall and I froze. My legs forgot how to even move. I couldn’t even recognize the woman staring back at me. Her hair was frizzy, her red rimmed eyes looked like they would pop out of her face any minute. Her lips were charred and bruised, her skin already looked like life had been drained from it.

Dark shot him a glare sharp enough to cut steel. “Alright, alright,” Montero said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Seriously though, they’re your clones. Especially the one in the first clip. But they’re not identical in temperament. Look—this one’s cheerful, full of energy. The second one? No comment. And the first kid—Zephyr, right? The way he frowns, the way he guards his mother—it’s exactly like you.” Dark leaned back, arms folded, trying to process what he was hearing. “What the hell does that mean?”

The ground beneath the altar cracked, red light spilling upward in veins. “No!” Greg shouted from the other side of the circle. He tried to lunge forward, but something invisible slammed him back. Andrew finally moved. He stepped toward me—and then stopped halfway. The girl beside me trembled. “I don’t want to die,” she whispered. I looked at her. Really looked. And I saw the fear and the innocence written all over her. Who was this clone anyway? She wasn’t the villain. She was just a pawn like I had been once.

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

Her eyes were filled with terror. She pointed toward the horizon. The ocean split into two— And from its depths rose a massive silver pyramid. At its peak stood a woman… Her face identical to mine. She laughed loudly. “Sophia… did you really think your father was the final villain? The real game begins now. I am your clone—the one who escaped the ancient laboratory long ago. And now… I have brought an alien army to turn your Earth into our new colony.” Lucas tried to stand again with his broken sword—

frequency I was emitting. At the end of the long, clinical hallway stood my mother. High Queen Elena Vane didn't look like a woman who had just kidnapped her son-in-law. She looked like a woman waiting for a business meeting. She was holding a glass of shimmering "Starlight-Wine," her eyes fixed on the massive containment unit behind her. Inside the unit, suspended in a web of golden "Siphon-Cables," was Dante. But he wasn't alone. Standing next to the tank was a younger version of me—a "Mirror-Clone" created from the DNA they had stolen in Season 2. The clone held a medical syringe filled with a glowing, black fluid.

I said, while hugging her tightly. ************************************************************************************************************************************ (Nikita's P.O.V.) "No! No! No! I'm here, Trojan. She's not me. Please. I am here. Don't go! Don't go with her. Don't take her to our child!!!" I cried inside the bottle where Clara caged me. She managed to copy my appearance. She looked exactly like me. I don't know how she learned that, but I need to get out of here as soon as possible before Trojan takes her to Manuel.

“Sophia, we end this. Now.” But I couldn’t shoot. Not with two faces staring back at me. One begging. One silent. Both wearing my daughter’s skin. “How do we know which is which?” I asked. My voice shook despite everything I’d trained myself to become. Nyx smiled. “You don’t.” She stepped aside. The clone stepped forward. Held out her hand. “Mother,” she said. “Come with me. I’ll show you.” Lina grabbed my arm. “Don’t listen. Please. I’m real.”

I smiled as I walked toward the training ground, each step deliberate and confident. The crowd parted before me, their whispers following in my wake. My voice cut through their murmurs, firm and unwavering. "I'm here for the Gamma selection. I haven't even taken the stage yet, so how is Victoria already the Gamma?" The pack members exchanged glances, uncertain how to respond. Victoria, still in her enhanced Gamma form, shifted back to human and quickly dressed in the robe provided to her. Her previous smugness was replaced with calculated caution.