Glitch Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

The pods around the room began to pulse with light — slow at first, then faster. Isabella stepped back, eyes wide. “They’re waking up!” “Get behind me,” I ordered. The first pod shattered. Then another. Then another. Figures stumbled out — malformed, enraged, their veins glowing faintly blue under their skin. Clones. Experiments. Soldiers made in my father’s image — in my image. They roared in unison, the sound inhuman. Damian shouted, “Weapons up!” Gunfire erupted. Bullets tore through glass and flesh, but the things didn’t fall easily. They moved too fast, too wild. I fought with everything I had — blades, bullets, bare hands. Each strike felt like hitting a piece of my own past.

It took dying for me to finally see her for who she really was. The officer pulled out his phone and played a video for Sophie. In it, I was in the lab, clutching a wound on my stomach, forcing myself to speak through the pain. "Sophie, if you're watching this, then I'm already dead. "I made a clone for you. He'll stay by your side. He's exactly like me. "I want you to be happy. Always." The video cut to my clone. He stared coldly into the camera and said, "Sophie, I spent five years by your side. And in that time, you've harvested my organs over a hundred times.

As long as her claws refrained from exposing that mutilated skin to the ambient light, her system could still successfully simulate the appearance of a normal, unblemished alpha asset on the circuit! The exact pulse her weight settled into the center chair on the main stage, a hotel server drifted close to her position holding a crystal goblet of glacier water. Chloe lifted her eyes to audit the server's facial metrics, and her internal processor hit a sudden spike of recognition—she knew this asset from the old pack wars! Chloe was just about to bark an immediate defensive command to her bodyguard line when a razor-sharp steel dagger sliced cleanly across the pale, slender skin of her throa

"I am Prototype 16. I am the only clone into whom some of Lucas’s memories were uploaded. Sophia, perhaps the real Lucas never even existed. He was just a figment of your father's imagination." ​When the explosion happened, it felt as if the sky had split in two and crashed directly onto the earth. In that intense blue flame and deafening roar, the entire area became hell for a moment. I was thrown into a corner of a rocky ravine. Hot blood trickled from my ears, and the surroundings sank into a strange, solid silence. The roar of those thousands of clones, the mechanical whirring of drones, the screams—everything vanished into the womb of eternity in an instant.

I fight the drowsiness for as long as I can before sleep overtakes me. I awake to a cacophony of sounds assaulting my ears. Orders are being shouted and men are scrambling in every direction. I can also hear the growls and what sounds like… fighting. Has Tyler finally found me? I want to do nothing more than go find him, but I need to complete my mission: kill Clay. Removing the rogues’ leader should destabilize their army and throw off their attacks, so I close my eyes and let my muscles become limp.

“You want to prove you’re me? Then choose something flawed. Something messy. Something human.” The clone hesitated. “Imperfection is a weakness.” “It’s empathy,” Sophia whispered. In a single swift motion, she seized the clone’s hand and slammed it against the luminous floor. The world convulsed. Code shattered like glass. The clone screamed not in pain, but in distortion—as her body fractured into crackling fragments of corrupted data. “Goodbye,” Sophia whispered. “To the version of me that never lived.” The sky split open. White fissures tore across the horizon.

On Nyx. “One last secret,” I said. I pulled the trigger. The shot slammed into Nyx’s chest—center mass, precise. She staggered, more surprised than hurt, and smiled even as blood bloomed across her shirt. “Too late,” she whispered. “I’ve already won.” She collapsed. The clone screamed—no, not screamed. Glitched. Like sound caught in a loop. Like data unraveling. Her skin flickered. Synthetic mesh peeling at the seams. Beneath it—wires. Circuits. Not Lina. Never Lina.

The floor and walls were covered with the marks of my struggle. The moment our eyes met, Ean staggered and dropped to his knees in front of me with a thud. He reached out, trembling, wanting to touch me but hesitated. "No, this isn't her. It can't be!" He gasped. "The freezer is abandoned. How could she be frozen stiff?" he said, desperately trying to make sense of it. "We need the surveillance footage. We need to find out what really happened!" he demanded, his voice cracking. He turned his head and saw the bloody handprints on the wall. He stood up, moved to the wall, touched it, and then looked back at me in the corner. My hands were frozen stiff, but still bloody and mangled. All ten of

Max sighted. “Maybe it's time you try to move on from her. She and you were never going to happen. I thought when you took the vow to protect humans—maybe that would help you move on from her. She is gone. Charlie took her. Now it's time to forget all that. You got your revenge on Charlie by kicking him out as your Alpha, now it’s time to take care of your clan.” Max said. I nodded. He was right of course. I had to get Heli out of my head and move on. It's been five years after all.

And I can’t make it any better… I can never heal anyone again without dying. I hear sniffs and snorts outside and I hold my breath, gathering every bit of strength I have, “Cassandra,” I whisper. “We can do this.” My body starts glowing white as I feel heat. I walk to the outside of the cave, my bones breaking as Cassandra takes over. The pain isn’t like it was before and now that I have met her, I feel at even more peace than I did the first time. I hear growling and I open my eyes. Three of Jackson’s warriors are waiting, but something tells me I do not need to be afraid. Something tells me that I am more powerful than I ever imagined…