Glitch Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

In the center of the clearing, twelve Creator shock troopers had vanished entirely, reduced to fine grey dust that blew away in the wind. Julian lay on his hands and knees in the mud. The synthetic dark matter beneath his skin crackled violently, blue and purple sparks popping along his arms as his systems short-circuited. He coughed up a pool of black, smoking fluid, his chest heaving as he struggled to draw air into his ruined lungs. Slowly, Julian lifted his head. His bright violet eyes, usually so cold and arrogant, were wide with pure, unadulterated terror. "What... what are you?" Julian choked out, his voice glitching into rough, distorted static. "That force... it didn't come from our

I murmured, lowering my head, too shy to meet his gaze. “Luna protocol says—” “I want to claim you earlier,” he interrupted gently, lifting my chin and locking eyes with me. His voice softened, filled with something deeper. “Six years ago,” he began, “I first noticed you during the battle against the Shadow Pack. I was there, protecting my father from being ambushed by Alex.” “You stood out,” he continued. “You were the only female warrior who dared to rush the front lines. Brave. Fierce. Unshakable. You left a mark on me that day.”

She passed through the hall like someone expecting applause. He didn't follow. Didn't have to. Anton's voice cracked through the comms a minute later, too calm to be casual. "External feed's dead. We've got drift in the system. Someone mapped our signal loop." The words landed like a fist to the sternum. He didn't wait for more. He crossed the corridor in seconds, descending into the utility wing before the echoes had time to settle. The static on the monitors confirmed everything Anton had suspected. Glitch-laced feeds. Power rerouted. The system hadn't failed, it had been rewritten. Internally.

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 clone with the rifle shoots down the negator that was left. They can’t negate a bullet. The clone with the fire sword speeds to some soldiers and cuts their guns melting it in their hands. I use my lightning whips to do the same to the other guns. I grab one soldier's foot with the whip and throw them across the air into nearby soldiers.

Alexander warned. But AX-01’s gaze shifted to him, cold amusement in his eyes. “You think you’re unique, Alexander? You think your guilt makes you human? They copied that too.” “Then they made a mistake,” Alexander said darkly. “Because I learned how to regret.” The clone’s smile widened. “And I learned how to erase.” Before either of them could react, the lights flared red. The entire facility trembled as systems activated. Mechanical arms unfolded from the walls, and the hum of power turned into a deafening roar.

Maru commanded the soul clone and his words were heeded by the lowly construct. He was of course not a fool to just charge directly ahead into the black hole using his true body since he did not know the dangers that awaited him beyond this dark creation. Our protagonist was much too smart to make this mistake. And so with a clone leading the quest, it would post little to no danger to him at all. “SLURP!” Maru’s clone was eaten into the black hole in full. After that, all he needed to do was wait. * * * In an alien world, a thunderous flash of lightning storm descended in one spot of the land.

He shouted something I couldn’t hear. Then his outline blew apart into code. That scene froze mid‑explosion, then rewound, then morphed into a different attempt. “Cycle 289,” Corvin said quietly. “Or something like it.” “You remember this?” I asked. “Pieces,” he said. “Not… clean. They patch you between cycles. Rewrite. But some impressions stick.” He swallowed. “Pain sticks,” he added, almost to himself. Another fragment slid in front. This time, Selene was there—a different iteration of her, cherry‑red armor, eyes wild. She stood between a past‑me and the administrator, her weapon driven straight through the glitch‑figure’s center. The Admin split into two halves, each melting at the edges

A glimmer of slyness shine in his eyeless two holes in his bonozofied face. Tik tiktok tik tak, like a great hummer hitting a mountain in a great vigor like it going to refine it into a sword or a spear, a clunking voice breakthrough their verry beings and souls, a suffocated pressure was felt, not felt but much more, it suffocate them, squeeze them like squeezing a fly, yes a fly, and why not, comparing to what they felt before, a great since of control that was produced after feeling the strength and the force that they possessed, the speed thinking that follow afterward when digesting those information, all of this gives the fake feeling of invincibility and indestructability.

i said while moving backwards then i noticed something on my t - shirt, a blood stain. "Where did this come from?" I asked myself. another drop dripped on me again, it was coming from the roof , i looked up and i saw a woman killed and hanged up, her whole body was full of blood as if he was being eaten by wolves. When i was about to get out, lights started flicking in my back , somebody was really in there. I stopped and looked back then the lights cane in at once, that was the first time i met my clone face to face, i felt like i was fainting and my whole body was quivering, he looked exactly like me.