Female Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

"Did you think a little lava could stop the evolution of the Silver Line?" "You aren't evolving!" I shouted, holding Leo tighter. "You’re just a puppet for a man who hates us!" Selene laughed, and the sound made my skin crawl. "Malakor is gone. The architect is my partner now. He gave me the strength to survive. Now, give me the boy, or I’ll let my clones tear this station apart." The squad of clones moved forward in perfect unison. They looked exactly like me same height, same hair but their eyes were dead. They drew their violet swords, the blades humming with a sound that made my teeth ache.

"I have lost so much in this battle. I lost trust, I lost moments with my father, and I even lost a part of myself. But today, I choose to fight back. I have gathered every piece of evidence against those who want to destroy me. I have proof of forged documents, secret transfers of money, and even messages that show how they planned to keep me out of my own life. I refuse to let my identity be stolen by a cold, empty imitation." Noah then stepped forward to display additional footage on the screen- video of the clone moving in the corridors of Hart Tower. "This footage," he explained simply, "shows that the clone is designed to look like Elena, but it cannot feel. It cannot laugh, cry, or lo

The scout swallowed hard, looking physically ill as his trembling finger pointed deeper into the shadowed cavern. Fennigan’s glowing eyes snapped violently back down to the cave floor. The mob of massive, hulking clones had parted slightly, revealing the center of the cavern. Standing dead in the middle of the hulking abominations was a much smaller, slender silhouette. The faint moonlight caught the soft cascade of her hair, the delicate slope of her shoulders, and the painfully familiar, elegant curve of her jaw. It was a perfect, soulless replica of Leela.

“Oh, hell no.” “Don’t shoot!” Elias barked. “If these tanks rupture ” But he was too late. A loud crack rang out as one pod’s lock gave way and hissed open. The clone if that’s what it was stepped out. Same face. Same eyes. But colder. Cleaner. Honed. It didn’t speak. It didn’t have to. Its movements were surgical, swift. Its hand lashed out, and in one motion, it disarmed Lira and tossed her like a ragdoll into a wall.

The clone’s eyes snapped open. The tank’s lights flared, casting a pale glow across its surface as fluid drained with a guttural hiss. Evelyn reached for her weapon, but Ward threw out an arm. “Don’t—if it senses aggression—” The glass shattered. A wave of pressurized mist exploded outward, and the clone stepped free—barefoot, silent, steam curling off her skin. She moved like Emily, stood like her. But there was something hollow in her gaze. A lack of warmth. Like the idea of humanity had been imitated, not understood.

"I should be the one asking you why you are so concerned with someone who you think is a sick little traitor that you want nothing with?" She smiled at me and the smile was one that showed way too many teeth to be genuine. "Look little bitch, you have done enough," The redhead said as she stroked my hair slowly as though I was a child or a pet. "You need to remember your place. You are just a new surrogate here and a lowly omega, you shouldn't try to outdo your betters." Why did her face, even her voice sound so familiar like I had heard it before? Ignoring her hand in my hair, I looked at her again and I finally saw where the resemblance came from.

“Then we’re dealing with a hybrid.” She stepped forward, voice strong and controlled. “Show yourself.” Silence. Then, Footsteps. Slow. Measured. Mirroring her own. Something stepped out from the shadows. A woman. Tall. Thin. Dark hair. Same face. Same jaw. Same eyes, but the eyes were wrong. Ice blue. Emotionless. Synthetic. The guards staggered backward instinctively. Olivia didn’t move. She stared at the clone. The clone stared back. No fear.

And in the center tank… was her. A perfect replica. Eyes closed. Tubes running into her skull. “Oh, hell no,” Chase whispered. “They made another one?” Sienna pressed a hand against the glass, heart hammering. The clone’s chest rose and fell with a slow, mechanical rhythm. Every few seconds, its lips twitched — mimicking words that didn’t exist yet. Her voice failed. “She’s… still growing.” Chase stared at her. “You’re telling me they’re printing a new you? Why?”

she explained, shaking her head. "I imagine, the guy has a name in the legal market, whether he likes it or not he's quite young, and many people must be envious of him. "All of this because he knows the owner of Titã, from what I've heard he also got the position of team leader through favoritism, and they say he shouldn't have a woman on his team because he's a womanizer," Tatiane spoke quietly so that no one could hear.