Female Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

“Tonight’s demonstration is a vision of the next era. You’ve all seen the summit’s reaction to traditional rebellion. It’s loud, unpredictable, and unsustainable.” He nodded to the technician near the console. “We’ve developed something better.” The lights dimmed. From the centre of the gallery rose a lifelike model—sleek, elegant, with a striking resemblance to Ximena. Not an exact replica, but close enough to mimic her presence: her grace, her restraint, the kind of defiance that didn’t shout—it seethed. The clone moved fluidly. Its eyes blinked at the perfect cadence. Its mouth parted with eerie precision as the voice emerged:

The woman was surrounded by a circle of light, making it hard to see her face clearly. She murmured, “He improved too fast. I’ll have to be careful not to let him destroy my clone. Otherwise, my main body will also suffer tremendously.” The woman was Xezal’s main body, whereas her clone served as the personal maid of the Dooms’ Patriarch. Her clone was already incredibly powerful, making one wonder how much stronger her main body was. Nobody in the Doom Race, and the Greater Realms, knew that the Xezal serving the Patriarch was just the clone of a powerhouse.

they had the same massive shoulders, the same stature, but their faces were faceless – smooth masks made of black polymer, broken only by one single, horizontal visor flash in which a red light pulsated. Instead of hands their arms ended in organic plasma blades and integrated kinetics runs. “They... they clone you,” Nova was horrified and approached one of the capsules. The red light of the unborn clone apex flickered in the rhythm of her heartbeat. ‘She build a whole army from you.” “Not from me,” Kael grumbled. He approached the central capsule, and his look was

The ones who fought Irene, except they looked worse than she did. One had her arm in a sling, her face a mass of bruises. Another's nose was clearly broken, blood still caking her upper lip. The third was barely recognizable, both eyes swollen shut. I stared at the image, my mind refusing to process what I was seeing. "There must be some mistake," I said slowly. "Irene is an omega. These girls are what, betas? There's no way she could beat all three of them!” "I thought the same thing," Lucas said coldly. "Until I reviewed the security footage."

I had no idea what possessed me back then to leave my family's Alpha estate in Silver Moon Pack to rough it in the woods with a rogue. My family was a solid Beta bloodline in Silver Moon Pack, and my parents treated me like their little princess. They had my whole life perfectly mapped out. Present as something decent, marry the Alpha heir, and become a respectable Luna. Someone like me and someone like Ethan, a rogue with nothing to his name, we should never have crossed paths. But then came that day in the snow. I was doing border patrol training and passed by an abandoned factory. That's when I saw Ethan getting jumped by a bunch of guys from Crimson Claw Pack.

"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.

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.

"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?"