Female Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

"That version of Monroe–Helix, it’s different from anything we've seen. The DNA scan just pinged. It's not just him. There are others with him." "Other clones?" Grayson asked. "Not exactly. Hybrid constructs. They’re spliced from the Helix prototype and Sovereign weapon DNA," Rosa said, her face pale. "They're not just soldiers. They're engineered predators." A low rumble rocked the ground again, dust falling from the ceiling. "We have to evacuate the girls," Elena said. "Now." The bunker doors hissed open, and Elena rushed inside. Sophie and Rose were already waiting, huddled close, their eyes wide with fear.

Brown hair instead of the blonde light hair my little Avyanna has, along with very dark eyes full of horror and terror. The dark eyes of the clone didn't have any side of mercy, love, or sympathy. Unlike my Avyanna, who is looking as innocent as she always was. The thing was that the clown copy didn't try to hurt Avyanna; she was trying to save her from what seemed to be a knight. He was directing his weapon toward my daughter Avyanna. Matter of fact, the clown that was by her side turns out to be her other twin - not a clown at all, not a copy, it was my other daughter.

She looked at it, then looked at Faith. “Sister,” the clone whispered. Her voice was an exact match for Faith’s. “I’m not your enemy,” Faith said, stepping around Killian. She held out her hand, palms up, showing she wasn't a threat. “Vane is using you. He wants to turn you into a weapon.” The clone blinked. For a second, the silver in her eyes softened. But then, a sharp, red pulse glinted in the back of her neck. Faith saw it, a small, mechanical chip implanted at the base of the clone’s skull.

The doppelgängers wake. They're not mimics. They're *upgrades*. --- **The Perfections** The Kelly clone moves first, her static a controlled storm, her eyes glowing with the Arbor Prime's green light. "You're flawed. Let us fix you." The Hunter clone phases through solid matter, his roots razor-sharp. "You'll thank us later." The Kael clone aims a rifle forged from pure entropy. "Stand still. This'll sting." Veyra and I retreat, but the garden shifts, walls of thorns cutting off escape. The Custodian watches, bored. "This is why we use clean templates. Organics are so... *messy*."

A double-reinforced vault with retinal scan access. As Chaewon stepped forward. The scanner lit green, access granted and the doors opened. And there she was, the clone. Standing in the center of the room, wearing Chaewon’s wedding gown. The exact same one. “Hello, Chaewon,” she said softly. “I’ve been waiting.” Han raised his gun. The clone didn’t move. Jian stepped in front of Chaewon. “Kang. Where is he?” “He’s already moved,” the clone said. “He doesn’t need this facility anymore.”

She grabbed the wounded scientist by the throat and snapped his neck with a wet crack. Jeff shoved me behind him, rifle raised. Nolan backpedaled toward the console, his hand hovering over the emergency purge. The clone tilted her head, studying us with eerie focus. When she spoke, her voice was mine—but wrong, like a recording played backward. "Demi Perez. Original template." Then she lunged. Bullets didn’t stop her. Jeff’s rounds punched through her chest, but the wounds sealed instantly, the glowing veins knitting together like living circuitry. She backhanded him into a server rack hard enough to dent steel.

We found the cells first. Row after row of reinforced glass pods, each holding a body. Some twitching. Some silent. Some watching us. Clones. Failed, half-formed, and monstrous. Some still resembled me. Others looked like the early versions of Daemon—or something even darker. Like they'd never fully grown into human shape. Mutated. Lost. Aurora reached out and touched the glass of one pod. Inside, a woman—young, with eyes like mine. She blinked once. Slow. Mechanical.

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.

Nomo shouted over his shoulder. But Pella didn't answer. She was backed into a corner of the control room, staring at a clone of herself that was standing in the doorway. The clone was perfectly healthy, its skin warm and brown, devoid of any Gray Rot. It was holding a hand out toward Pella, a look of profound, manufactured pity on its face. "Is this what you want, Pella? To be whole again?" the clone asked. "The Queen can give you back your life. You don't have to be a stone monument for a dying Sovereign."

Zoomed into the ID code stamped on the girl’s wrist. It read: 03-A. Ethan’s face hardened. “She’s your prototype.” I stumbled back. “That’s not possible.” “She was made… before you,” he said. “A clone. A failed version. They tried to erase her but—” His voice dropped. “They didn’t.” The screen blinked. Another folder appeared. Unreadable symbols. Then—LIVE FEED: SUBJECT 03-A. Ethan clicked it. A video opened. And there she was again—older now, awake. In a different room. She was sitting at the edge of a bed, her hands together, her gaze was directly at the camera.