Female Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

Veronica nods, but I can tell she’s terrified. I sigh as I watch the three of them work together, packing things for the trip. I am not sure what Blue sprite waterfall will be like, but I hope it’s as beautiful as Kane and Finn Remember. There may be some answers there for me and I hope that Veronica can listen and start to not hate me as she has all our lives as she learns the truth of what a white wolf is. “Alright, lets go,” Kane says and I sigh, walking out of the bathroom, staring at the Moon Goddess picture once more.

"Designed using your genetic template. Your ability to survive the enhancement process. Your capacity for transformation." "You cloned me?" "Not cloned. Evolved." He stops at one pod. The creature inside looks almost like me. Same facial structure. Same build. But covered in patterns of scales and fur that shift colors in the liquid. "Each one carries modified versions of your DNA. Enhanced with different traits. Different abilities. Different potential." I move closer to the nearest pod. The creature inside is smaller. Maybe sixteen years old. Female. Her skin is translucent, showing the muscle and bone beneath. Her eyes are closed but I can see movement behind the lids. Dreaming.

I stood slowly. “A female,” she added. Snow-colored fur. Fights like she can see. Took down three of Axel’s men last week. Word is, she’s rogue. From Seattle. And people are starting to wonder who the hell she is.” My jaw tightened. “They’re talking about Kaliah.” Maren gave me a dry look. “No shit.” I did give her a look back, and she winced, but she was more than willing to brush off any fear she had to get to the point. I’d let her get away with it this time, but next time? She wouldn’t be so lucky.

he whispered. I stiffened and lost blood from the nervousness. He smirked again, seeing how I had reacted to his statement. "Change now, Quennie, or else you'll be collapsing again on your bed later," he added as he passed me. I swallowed hard and automatically remembered what happened to me then. I just returned to my vision when the female model also passed by. She scanned me from head to toe and raised her brow as if nothing was special about my look. "He's mine," she declared and walked past me.

She attempted to force her chair to scoot backward but it seems it was nailed to the spot. "Please, let me go," she pleaded in between her sobs as tears flooded from her eyes. "Tsk..tsk..tsk...feeling scared? Don't worry I am going to take away all your fear in a few minutes," the clone waved the knife playfully in front of her. Her nerves were about to explored any minute. The clone lunged at her and much to her surprise his face morphed into Michael's when he raised the knife to finish her off. His malignant eyes were red promising death. His voice too turned into Michael's.

I also understand my dad’s fondness of her more now. She’s like a mother wolf in how she makes sure the hunters have what they need to be protected, but also like a young pup who can’t go into battle. I feel an odd sense of protectiveness for her that I wasn’t prepared for. Raven shifts and I move to cover her with my body. “Mine.” She leans into my neck, nipping at me, “Yes, yours.” I release her, satisfied with her claim of me for now. She shifts into Callie and back to herself half a dozen more times. Colleen instructs Caleb on where he needs to make certain adjustments and by the time they’re done, she shifts into Callie one last time.

Inside, something pale glimmered, another body, another her. Her stomach turned. “God…” There weren’t just one or two. There were dozens. Hundreds. Each labeled Prototype EV-01 through EV-87. “They cloned me,” she whispered. “No,” Alexander said. “They tried to replace you. Every version that failed… they started again.” Her eyes burned. “And how many times did I die before I finally lived?" He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. At the center of the chamber stood a massive black console pulsing with red light, the heart of the system.

"I can and I have. Sixteen prototypes ready in the tanks down the hall. They look perfect on scans. But they need the activation key. Your marrow. It holds the raw command factor from Elara's line. Once injected, the clones wake up fully. They become the new council. Order restored under Ring control." I stared at her, chest heaving. "You helped kill my real mother. Now you want pieces of me to make your army? Lila, if that's even your name, you're sicker than Victor." "Victor is a tool," she said flatly, checking the straps on my left arm. "Useful but limited. He got the power grab started. I finish it. The clones won't make his mistakes. No ego. No messy family ties." "Messy family ties?"

"The patient is ready, Doctor." I stepped into the room, expecting to see a monster or a High Priestess. Instead, I saw a glass cylinder, ten feet tall and filled with a translucent, emerald-colored fluid. Suspended in the fluid was a woman. She looked almost exactly like the Great Mother, but younger, her skin unmarred by the black rot of the Void. She was a perfect, biological blank. "A clone?" Killian whispered, his hand going to the hilt of the iron bar at his waist.

“She’s more advanced than I expected.” “Orders?” Circe turned. “Activate Subject Zero. Now.” Inside the Pod Bay One pod hissed open. Mist rolled onto the floor. A humanoid figure stepped out, tall, male, and nearly identical to Julian. Same eyes. Same build. Same stance. Julian stepped back from the monitor. “That’s what the hell?” Selene stared. “It’s you. She cloned you.” “Not just cloned him,” Alma murmured, still typing. “That’s Subject Zero. She made you her ideal enforcer.”