Female Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

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."

I said. “Are you seriously still holding on to that lie?” My beta huffed. “Everyone present that day knew that Khalis lied and tried to set Zell up to be kidnapped and forcefully mated. How are you the only one still convinced that Zell did anything wrong? You know, Zell actually has evidence against Khalis. The only reason she did not let her mom or the other kill Khalis is because she is waiting to deal with her after she has her pup. She stated as much in front of everyone and Khalis turned white as a ghost. Khalis knows Zell is coming for her. That’s why she is trying so hard to become Luna. She wants the protection of the pack. Just know this, I will never stand with such a treacherous

POV: GIDEON I sat in the chair, listening to her voice sounding through the quiet room like a blade. She didn't cry. She didn't hang her head or beg for my pity. She sat there wrapped in a rough wool blanket, throwing the brutal truth straight into my face. Inside my chest, my stomach twisted into a hard knot. When Marcus brought me the surrogacy agreement, he had painted a completely different picture. He told me the girl was a greedy Border stray who jumped at the chance to sell herself for Alpha gold. Marcus said she was eager to leech off our pack’s wealth.

"Kate the Moon Goddess has made you Alpha. Look come here look in the mirror." That's when I see it I'm about 3 inches taller my figure is a perfect hourglass my muscles are toned and defined but in a feminine way. My hair somehow looks darker and now is past my butt. My eyes are bright ice blue now. My skin is flawless. Then Trent turns me around and for the first time I see the Goddess mark on my shoulder. Its like a tattoo but more detailed a beautiful full moon with a wolf howling at it. "Kate you hold the mark of the goddess that means you are a born Alpha. "

The shrine grove was a battlefield under the moonlit sky, gunfire punctuating the night like thunder. Amara's heart stopped as the woman emerged from the shadows—Nkechi, or what looked like her, her face lined with years but her eyes the same warm brown Amara remembered from childhood dreams. The virus upload bar crept to 60%, the console humming with energy, but Ngozi—the clone—froze, her gun wavering between Amara and the newcomer.

"Easier said than done. If it was that easy, you should have come and do it by yourself. She is not the type to be taken down easily." The female voice responded. I couldn't recognize the voice. Whom were they talking about? Who do they want to bring down? "Really. She is a fucking woman like you. Amora is just like you. I need results as soon as possible." I darted back, with my hand going to my mouth, with every shock wave in my body activated. Amora? They are planning to take me down? Who are these people? Where did they come from? Was there a mole in my pack?

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.”

“After both accomplishments, we now require your expertise to create a champion of our own.” The container in front of Curtis opened, releasing a smog of smoke that revealed a female silhouette. The hidden figure reached out its arm and summoned a dark silver Scythe. “Well done, Mr. Gates,” the scientist said. “You’ve helped us achieve the perfect clone to combat Tsunami Man with our very own Tsunami Woman.” The female’s eyes burned with purple energy as she uttered her first menacing words, “Soon all will be one with Echidna.”

“Not anymore.” Back in the lab, the clone appeared again, stepping through a hidden door, her face unreadable. "You saw the files, didn't you?" she said softly. Ivy turned to her, heart pounding. “You’ve stolen my life.” “I’ve perfected it.” Ivy clenched her fists. “You’ll never be me.” “You’re right,” the clone whispered, approaching slowly. “I’m stronger. I don’t flinch when I’m hurt. I don’t fall in love with men who lie. I don’t break.”