Glitch Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

Lila turned in shock. It was another Harper clone — not fully conscious, but guided remotely by Riley’s systems. The clone lunged toward Lila. Impossible… she made another one? Cade grabbed the clone, struggling, but the thing was stronger than a normal human. Lila acted quickly, using Harper’s reflexes combined with her own strategy to strike the clone in a critical nerve point. Sparks and a muffled scream — the clone collapsed. Riley’s face contorted in fury. “Stop! You’re not supposed to beat them!”

"The flaws are what make us real. The mistakes are why she loves me. You’re just a puppet with a better haircut." I twisted the needle. With a sound like a glass bell shattering, the weapon broke. The feedback sent a shockwave through the apartment, blowing out the windows and pushing the fire back into a ring around us. The double stumbled, his face now half-missing, replaced by a swirling, milky void. He wasn't a man anymore; he was a hollow shell. "I... am... the... protagonist," he glitched, his voice slowing down. "Not today," I said.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

I would later learn that my mother lost her mind after seeing her mate killed and had charged the alpha only to be cut down as well. The actions that day caused our pack to rupture from within. I and a large group of other soldiers deflected and broke our bonds to the pack. Essentially, we were then considered rogues. In the chaos of everything some of the rogue children that had been brought forth had managed to escape and they joined our ranks as we left. Our families were split in half, as our instinct is to stay with the pack, but our morals can sometimes outweigh our instincts.

His voice darkened, becoming shadowy and rich with ominous dominance. His words pummeled her heart. She blinked her eyes open and their gazes clashed with the lethality of a natural disaster. The red claw marks on his face made him look like a Grim Reaper. A sadistic smile grazed his lips. "Good girl. Now where were we?" In the blink of an eye, he tugged at the cotton fabric, and the noise of it tearing apart filled the room in haunting silence. The noise was so traumatizing, a promise to haunt her in nightmares.

My programming, the one I had tried so fucken hard to bury, the one no one was supposed to know about snapped awake like a beast ripping free. “Eliminate threats.” “Neutralize.” “Restore order.” I attacked again, this time going straight for Luna. She gasped and shifted just in time, her wolf skidding across the flooring. Mira yelled something, Zara rushed forward but I couldn’t process words. Only movements. Targets. Patterns. I heard screams all around me. Yet I couldn't stop myself. The glitch inside me burned. Kill. Kill. Kill. I slammed Rex into a wall. He groaned, shifting fully, claws out.

[GLITCH GliTcH GlItch] A quick headache zap across his mind. An ai robot voice claims a mission for the first in a long time since the system collapsed. Ava was alarmed. The coldness of her feet dangling in the air. Not a single person move and not a single breath can be heard as if they were frozen in time. The senior's unbalanced punch didn't get a chance to even tap on Akira's white complexion and Ava is not in the dearest's body. Her soul sprung out of the villainess's body so fast that she didn't catch the chance to load over the situation before a blue blinding screen appears in the cold air...

Adrian said, stepping forward. “You don’t understand,” the clone replied, tone almost sympathetic. “I am not your enemy. I am what you were meant to become.” Adrian’s finger hovered over the trigger. “Then you’ll die proving you’re not.” He fired. The bullet struck the clone square in the chest — but instead of falling, the replica staggered, then steadied himself. Beneath his suit, glowing threads pulsed like veins of light, repairing the damage. Lena’s breath hitched. “They’ve integrated nanotech.”

drones, his face illuminated by the red glow of their lasers. "Elara! The yellow-static... it’s a Vulnerability!" Rhys shouted, his voice cutting through the hiss. "It’s a 'Trojan' code! It needs a 'Host' to stabilize! If you can find the Root-Source of the static and introduce a 'Fatal-Error'—something the system can't categorize—you can crash the Migration!" "What kind of error?" Elara asked. Rhys looked at her, his eyes filled with a sudden, devastating clarity. "The only thing a machine can't categorize, Elara. A Selfless-Glitch. An action that has zero logical benefit to the user."

Torches flickered somewhere ahead, cold, pale flames like the one in the lab ruins. Not natural Not fire Electric Ronan’s heart hammered faster The Hunters had been here recently. Or the clone had learned how to mimic them. He rounded a sharp bend And froze The tunnel opened into a narrow chamber carved from ancient stone. Vines crawled across the walls like vines. Pools of murky water dotted the ground. And in the centre stood the clone. Not fully human Not fully anything Her silhouette flickered, like a glitch in the air. Her hair hung in tangled ropes. One eye glowed faintly, not gold like Ronan’s, not green like Kiera’s White. Dead white.