Glitch Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

"It uses our own Resonance against us! The harder we hit it, the stronger the reflection becomes!" ​Leo stood still as his glass-clone approached. It was a perfect replica of his amber-etched form, its eyes glowing with a cold, synthetic orange. ​"You are a glitch, Leo Vane," the clone said, its voice a haunting, shimmering echo of his own. "A flaw in the glass. We are the perfection your father envisioned." ​Leo didn't strike. He remembered Silas’s lesson in the Labyrinth: Zero-Out. He closed his eyes and retracted his claws. He let the amber light in his runes fade to a dull, charcoal gray.

The Director’s voice cuts through the roar. “Do you feel it now, Elena? You are no longer escaping my city. You are operating it.” I look at the vent we opened. The clones burning below. The survivors still moving because the door opened. The blood on my hand. He is right. Useful enough. Unforgivable. Both. Leo’s timer drops to 00:34:00. Then glitches. 00:39:99. 00:12:04. 00:40:00. The numbers smear. Sarah’s wrist unit sparks.

Harrison offered. “Thanks, but no thanks. Being rogue suits me if you haven’t noticed. It lets me walk in and out of any pack I need to and makes it easier to blend into things when I’m around humans,” Hayden said. “Let’s go inside so I can talk to Mimi and find out everything she knows.”

Well, he thinks it's seductive while I think it's stupid, ugly and disgusting. "What was the meaning of the stupid note you left me?" I asked with my gaze glued to the front. "Well, you're welcome." I scoffed and poured myself another shot. "A little girl like you shouldn't be drinking something as strong as this." "I'm not a little girl prick." I snapped as I turned to face him only to get my eyes collided with a demigod. Why didn't I see this guy's face clearly yesterday? Oh wait, it was dark. This is what I'll call perfection. A special created creature. Look at that sparkling eyes, or is it the flawless skin we should talk about? Oh, look at his perfect sized pointed nose. His lips is su

Being a meal of crocodiles and lions will comfort Adam's annoyed heart. Adam grinned again, rubbing Jes's face which was filled with a glint of anger. "Do not be angry, dear." Adam said, Jes immediately brushed Adam's hand off her face roughly. Like being disgusted. "I just want to make a very attractive offer for you." Adam smiled again, not a warm smile. It's a smile full of meaning and death.

Luis was relaxing in his pool at the back of his mansion, with Marco his right hand man when one of his men walked up to them. “Boss.” He said with a slight bow. “Lucas.” “One of our stash houses was hit this morning.” There was silence for a while, which made Lucas fidget. Luis watched as Marco emerged from the pool, his arms, chest and back full of numerous black tattoos on pale skin. At over 6”4 he was an intimidating figure made of raw muscles. “And?” He asked impatiently. “They made away with two kilograms of our product.” Marco was now standing few inches away from Lucas.

The one who had his legs knocked from under him face plants into the dirt, the back half of him smacking the other one in the head. Neither of them gets up right away, which gives me a chance to pounce. I leap onto the nearest one, who’s lying face down in the dirt, and sink my claws into the back of his neck. It’s not as effective as it would be if I had the front of him, but I can still kill him this way. My fangs sink into his flesh, and I rip away, pulling flesh. He yelps and tries to get away from me, but I give him a good shake and hold him with my claws. It’s clear he’s much weaker than I am, probably because rogues have a hard time finding meals for the most part. Technically, I supp

“Don’t shoot. If he’s coded to me, your weapon could trigger his defense sequence.” The clone stopped midway. He looked at Damon with something almost curious. Then he lifted his hand in a slow mirror of Damon’s earlier movement. Damon whispered, “He’s copying me.” Aleksander tensed. “If he copies your fighting style we won’t survive a direct confrontation.” The clone opened his mouth for the first time. His voice came out as a flat, cold version of Damon’s own. “Primary target identified.” My chest tightened. Damon didn’t move. “Secondary target detected,” the clone continued.

Faith saw it, a small, mechanical chip implanted at the base of the clone’s skull. “Control chips,” Leo shouted. “Vane isn't just growing them; he’s remote-controlling their nervous systems!” Suddenly, the clone’s expression went from curious to lethal. Her silver eyes turned a dark, angry red. She let out a scream that sounded like digital static and lunged at Faith. The lab exploded into chaos. Killian shifted mid-air, his massive silver-grey wolf slamming into three clones at once. He was careful not to use his claws. He knew these girls were victims, but he had to use his sheer strength to keep them away from Faith.

Its fundamental logic encountered a paradox it could not resolve. Alarms erupted throughout the ruins. The main display flooded with corrupted code. The forced reboot progress bar stalled permanently at forty-nine percent. Alexander stood beside her. His massive frame remained motionless. He looked at the woman who had crushed her own hand and shattered every chain meant to bind her. The violent blood surging through his body reached its peak. The system crashed. The biochemical suppression program restraining his mutated genes collapsed completely. The clone’s eyes snapped open. Pitch-black pupils radiated something inhuman.