Novel & Cerita Female Clone Trooper

That was Derek, another warrior Grayson had promoted just last month. His fists started to shake. "Exactly!" A female voice chimed in—Sarah from the communications team. "Once Stella recovers and comes back, she'll definitely figure out how to get our hunting grounds back. She's the pack's real strategist—what's Aria compared to that?" More voices joined in, each one stabbing deeper. "Aria's been nothing but trouble since day one. Always acting like she's better than everyone else." "Right? Just because she catches the Alpha's eye doesn't mean she's special. We were doing fine without her!"

Marked with medical dates, genetic overlays. The mimic’s DNA. Scanned. Cross-checked. And then, finally, a match. Not to Xavier. Not to me. To us She wasn’t just a rogue creation. She was a clone. Built from stolen blood extracted during my medical trial. The only Luna-compatible strand they’d ever isolated from a hybrid line. “She is a weapon,” Leif whispered. “But she’s yours.” Not a child. But worse. A twin. Younger. Twisted. And unleashed.

It was almost as if he felt angry with himself for not noticing the discrepancy early enough. "Guys, it's not your fault," I said, regarding Tyler. "No point beating yourself up for not noticing soon enough. Actually, I have to hand it to that thief. When he confronted me, it was as if I was staring at a freaking mirror. Since he could clone my face so well, I can only imagine how he cloned my mannerisms and deceived you all with it." "But still..." Stuart said with a regretful look. I waved my hand. "That is all in the past now. Very soon, I will get my revenge on that impostor and take my rightful place. The battle ain't over yet."

She just lowered her head, her hair falling like a curtain around her face. Which somehow infuriated me even more. Fine. If she wanted cruelty, I leaned closer, dropping my voice to a whisper dripping with venom. “Do you know what happens to women who refuse to cooperate? Do you know what the rogues do with them?” Charlotte’s shoulders stiffened. Perfect. “There’s a woman here,” I continued. “One of your precious pack members. She’s pregnant. Very pregnant.” Her head snapped up instantly, eyes wide with terror. I smirked.

“…or stand together and actually fight for something that matters.” Zane’s jaw clenched. Liam’s shoulders sank. Kai’s eyes flickered with something that looked like pain or guilt. Maybe both. But before any of them could speak, every screen in the hall came alive at once. The clone’s face filled them, flickering, distorted, half-smiling. My own reflection, but wrong. Too perfect. Too empty. “You never learn, do you?” she said sweetly. “Always trying to save what’s already broken.” My stomach twisted. “What do you want?”

After being humiliated and disowned by her own pack and family the 18-year-old Noella Cindy James, goes Rouge. After tumbling in the depths of the unwanted city, she begins to challenge life. Day after day, anger, hate, malice, eating her up, she becomes bloodthirsty for revenge.

Sephora's POV “Sequoia! No! What are you doing?" I stood, hidden by the cover of the green foliage, and watched her talking to a group of strange creatures that surrounded her. They were tall and muscular, nothing like any of our sisters. They had no breasts, and their hair was short, lacking silkiness, and didn't flow in the wind. They surrounded Sequoia and spoke to her. Her smile grew as she talked back to them. Their hard and chiseled facial features hid the evil they harboured in their hearts.

I just hope the fakes enjoy themselves as much as I enjoy being with the real Lowan. Rescue operation: complete. All I have to do now is to make sure that the cat’s safe as I deal with the beast impersonating my beloved friend. My clone wouldn’t stand a chance against him because other than the fact my body double only had one knife, its abilities decrease when we’re too far apart. While I was thinking of the next move to take, I felt the cat grow larger and heavier causing me to stumble. When I finally got to compose myself, I searched for the cat, but to my surprise, I found a full-grown woman lying unconscious on the ground. She had an incredibly pale skin, long black hair, and was wearin

she said. Lucian studied her face carefully. "About yesterday?" "About everything." A pause, then she added, more firmly: "If the whole school is going to believe I'm your girlfriend anyway..." Lucian's expression shifted slightly not surprise, just attention sharpening. "Then I might as well make it useful." Silence. The wind moved softly between them. Lucian's voice came lower. "Useful how." She exhaled once. "I'll play along." A beat. "I'll be your fake girlfriend."

But at the center stood a throne made from melted relics — a mockery of what faith had built. And upon it sat her. The clone. The same face. The same posture. Only her eyes — white, glowing faintly — gave her away. Amara stopped ten meters away, flanked by Luca and Dante. The soldiers held their fire. The clone tilted her head. “You came.” Amara’s voice was steady. “You wear my face. Speak carefully.” The clone smiled faintly. “I am you. The perfected version. The one who doesn’t hesitate to save this world from itself.”