Female Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

“She’s in my head—she’s always been. You think Maddox was the end? You were never ready.” The Inner Circle stepped into the chamber. Their leader? A woman. And Ophelia went cold. Because her face… was hers. “Hello, Ophelia,” the woman said. “I’m you.” “But perfect.” The woman wasn’t just a clone. She was an echo. A perfectly grown version of Ophelia, enhanced with all the traits Maddox had suppressed in the original — aggression, precision, obedience. Her name was Eira. And she smiled like a god.

Imogen was surprised to see a complete clone of Oliver in front of her. She was stunned and scared thinking she had just got caught by a quarian. She was trembling inside her. She was scared as to what will happen to her now that she has been caught. The clone was a clear version of Oliver. There wasn’t any visible difference between the real Oliver and the clone. His lips, brows, eyeballs and facial expressions were all the same. She, on the other hand didn’t think of him as a clone but as a Quarian who just caught her in the act.

"But if we just run, Duncan will hunt you to the ends of the earth. He will bring the entire Council army to the mountains. To keep you safe, the world needs to believe you are gone." He turned back toward the window and whistled softly into the dark. A second Wayne enforcer climbed through the frame, carrying a heavy canvas duffel bag. Without a word, the enforcer unzipped the bag and pulled out a specialized anatomical decoy body. It was a synthetic, medical-grade clone body often used by rogue packs for deep-cover extractions. It perfectly matched Amora’s exact height, her weight, and her general physical structure.

"You've returned... to join us?" Gale shifted, Kane lunging, but the figure dodged, countering with a burst of silver-dark energy that sent him sprawling. Autumn's heart hammered—this wasn't just an imposter; the legacy sensed a blood tie. A clone, grown from Elias's captured essence during his imprisonment by the Order, infused with the Shadowed One's will. "Why?" Autumn demanded, channeling the amulet, a beam of starlight slamming into the clone's armor, cracking it. Rebels rallied, guardians clashing with rogues, but the army pressed, their numbers endless.

Now there are 5 of me. My clones are identical in appearance but not in abilities. My abilities are divided into the number of clones I produce. The more clones the less abilities each have and the weaker they get. 5 of me should be good enough for this situation. Each clone manifests a weapon. I have lightning whips, one clone has a fire sword, one has a rifle, one has a body made of light, and one has bracelets spinning around her wrists made of water and ice.

"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.”

"I’m the one who’s going to write the final chapter." The man with the umbrella laughs and points toward the street. A fleet of black SUVs pulls up, but they don't have FBI markings. They have the Astraea logo. The doors open, and dozens of women step out. Every single one of them is an exact copy of Maya, and every single one of them is holding a weapon. "You're right," the man says. "You aren't a subject. You're the template. And the template just became obsolete." But as the army of clones levels their weapons at Maya, the one closest to her suddenly turns her gun and fires; not at Maya, but directly into the man’s chest. The clone looks at Maya, and her eyes aren't vacant. They are fille

Then his claws slash the girl's back, but no blood comes out. “She’s rewriting his DNA!” Gideon pulls me back inside as the ceiling cracks and rains down thick droplets. “She’s not a clone, she’s a human robot.” Then he tosses me his empty gun. “Aim for the eyes.” The little girl speaks. "Daddy's ready now." Vaughn goes still in her arms. Jace’s remaining mirror shows the other clones descending the stairs. They are all grown, armed, and smiling with all their teeth. Then, they fight and kill the guards.

She obviously hadn’t spotted the lookalike. “The real one,” my sister added, confirming my suspicions. I touched her head in what I hoped was a soothing caress as I told them Amy had been nowhere near me since yesterday. “Who was in charge of the clone?” I demanded. “One of Lycan Frederick’s scientists. A woman, I think.” Had she infiltrated his pack only to gain access to mine and spirit away my prize possession? Was she the one who had convinced him to conduct the experiments, to create this vacant robot who was twitching now as if out of her depth? He didn’t have the brains.