Glitch Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

multiple throw (shot ice to six clones and they all vaporised then he kicked an incoming clone but the clone was fast to dodge it and sent a dark magic circle to River but a rock deflected it and a rock sword entered the clone then came out on the other side and the clone vanished) RIVER: Thanks man LOGAN: You would have done the same. No need to thank me CLAIRE: (caught the rock sword that came out of the other side of the clone Logan killed and used it to slash the clone she was struggling with) LOGAN: Don't steal my weapon Claire, create yours (Claire smiled and threw the weapon back. Logan wanted to catch it but it was directed to an evil clone behind him and the clone vaporised) CLAIR

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.

​The safety was still on. ​For a split second, Julian’s eyes flickered. A strange, sharp twitch ran down his jawline. He stared at me, and for that brief moment, the sterile, blue light of his programmed directive seemed to glitch. A shadow of pain—deep, human, and agonizing—crossed his face. His hand began to tremble, the weapon slipping slightly in his grip. ​"Clara?" he whispered. The name sounded foreign in his mouth, yet it carried an echo of something ancient. ​He gasped, dropping the weapon as if it had burned him. He clutched his head, his body buckling as if struck by a physical blow.

"Naomi wants deep-dish pizza. Let’s leave early tomorrow." I shut the laptop and headed back to my room. The second I pushed open the door, an overpoweringly sweet perfume hit me in the face. My princess-style bedroom had been turned into a bunk bed setup. The desk that used to hold all my academic trophies was now covered in Naomi Gibson’s lipstick, foundation bottles, and half a box of leaking strawberries. This room had stopped belonging to me a long time ago. I climbed onto the top bunk and froze when I saw my pillow. That day came crashing back into my mind all over again. Cameron Morrow had ripped Naomi’s exam admission ticket out from inside my pillowcase and hurled it straight at my

"You go back to January 15th, 10:00 AM. Right before the temperature drops. You have approximately three hours before the freeze becomes lethal. You find Victor, you stop him—how is up to you—and then you return to a secured location to survive the initial freeze. The device brings you back to present timeline after 24 hours. The timeline adjusts around the changes." "And if I fail?" "Then you're trapped in the past, reliving the apocalypse. Or you succeed but die in the freeze. Or you succeed but the timeline doesn't improve. There are risks." "Why didn't you do this before? Why wait until now?" "Because the device had to be built. Took me twenty years to figure out the physics, three more

He looked to me dead in my eyes as he spoke. “Lucy, I will never accept your rejection. I will never, ever let you go. No matter how far you run, no matter how well you hide. I will be there for you. For this I vow.” Roman said. Roman’s hand grew larger and hair began to sprout everywhere. Over his knuckles and down to his fingernail beds. Where once his nails resided were now long sharp brown claws. Taking his long claws he slashed across his neck. “NOOOOOO!” I screamed as I began to see the blood begin to trickle out of my neck.

Somehow it seemed to trigger something in Cassidy as she began to scream almost like she was remembering something. Jill wasted no time throwing the blaster to Dylan who would instantly shoot Cassidy without hesitation. A bright green light shot from the blaster and hit Cassidy right where the glitch bug had first bitten her. She collapsed to the ground in agony and the trap that was the void began to melt away. The blaster itself also vanished. As Christopher had warned, this was a one time shot.

Even with the scandal that happened last month, she was determined to go and see for herself. Xavier Marchand, the Beta of Shadow Pack, has always followed the rules that his sister called him a stickler that he wanted to prove her wrong. And the chance to do it arrived in the form of blue eyes and blonde hair. Can Xavier do it? Can he ignore the rules and follow his heart instead? 📌Gamma's Game An agreement, a claim, a fate

“Oh? Then by all means, let’s finish what you started. But first—would you like to meet your successor?” Sera froze. On a different monitor, a feed flickered on. A small cryo chamber. Inside it—a child. Pale. Hooked to IVs. Eyes closed. The resemblance was undeniable. “No…” Sera whispered. Valerio looked over her shoulder. “Is that—?” Lucrezia nodded slowly. “A clone. Grown from your DNA. Enhanced. Trained inside the simulation. My perfect weapon.” The AI Leviathan spoke again. “Project Echelon. Status: 98% stability. Awaiting activation.”

“Upload is at ninety-eight percent.” Noa stepped forward. “If you finish this, you’re not just ending me. You’re ending everything.” The clone’s smile didn’t break. “That’s the point. The original was flawed. You were emotional. Humans. But this? This is evolution.” Luca’s voice buzzed in. “We’ve got incoming. Four choppers. No insignias. I think Vyre’s sending the retrieval team.” “Ivy,” Noa snapped. “How do we kill this grid?”