Glitch Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

Marco's voice was weak. The doctor suddenly dropped to his knees with a thud. "Don Vitale, the surgery successfully separated you, but… because of the earlier tearing and the chemical burns, the damage to the erectile tissue is severe." "Speak plainly!" "In the future… you may not be able to achieve a normal erection…" Silence fell like death. Marco's face shifted from pale to twisted with rage. Ruined? He, the mighty mafia Don, had been crippled by a woman with a bottle of glue?!

the Clone screamed. The Overseer triggered a corrupted update. The soft white aurora turned a sickly, bruised black. Grief became a weaponized blight, a digital cancer that began to eat the station's integrity. The glass floor cracked. The souls above began to scream in a frequency that made Aradaa’s ears bleed. "You think you’re being a hero?" the Clone spat, but his face shifted. The arrogance vanished. "Wait. The blight... it’s not the Overseer. It’s the Architect’s fear. It’s a manifestation of his own terror of dying."

“Don’t worry, Christopher and Angelo have gone to fetch them. We need to get you as far away from here as possible.” “I’m not leaving until I see Marla.” Seemingly dejected, he temporarily gave up his persuasion and focussed on getting Douglas on call instead. “Douglas, we’ve been tricked.” He said. “They’ve attacked us here. We need more people here right now!” “What do you mean tricked?” April asked in surprise. “Uh..” He stammered. “Now is not the time to explain things-” “Marla,” I mumbled as my eyes caught a figure coming toward us.

Soon enough I felt like they were trying to cut me loose, just like I had presumed, I felt myself fall, but instead of hitting the ground directly, I fell on someone, this person wrapped their arms around me to prevent my fall from being bad, but even at that, we both lost our balance as we stumble to the ground, I was on top of this person so I didn't really feel any pain falling. The arms holding me detached their self from me as I just lay on the ground unmoving as I tried to catch my breath, I was still breathing heavily, I felt people hovering over me looking down at me, but I was too tired to even open my eyes, my whole body was aching, I just couldn't trust this people yet, if I wante

"She genuinely cares about me and me leaving her for Leona will scar her. I fear she will hurt Leona either way. She is capable of it and I won't be there to protect Leo." "That family is a family of psychopaths." Luka said shaking his head and this time, he took the shots with me. It was some heavy stuff. I noticed Robbie approaching us and immediately clenched my jaw. I was sure he didn't know Spanish so fuck him and his always feeling mighty and superior. "Michelson." Robbie greeted. "Robert, what do you want? Don't you have a wife and kid at home to take care of in this hour?" I said in a sarcastic tone.

A small blue light was released into her and she gasped before fainting. I can’t believe it. Syria was a traitor. I searched the crowd for Brock but I can’t find him. I try to mindlink him but I couldn’t sense him anywhere nearby. It was like he just disappeared. Gritting my teeth, I looked down at the ground when I see a pair of black leather boots stop in front of me. I looked up and “Hybrid,” he mutters as if the very word was venom in his mouth. He glares down at me with the same look in his eyes since I got here, and I can’t help but wonder why.

Steam exploded around us, hissing as it swallowed the clearing. She snarled. “Stubborn to the end.” But I was tired, each clash drained me. My muscles burned, my breaths grew ragged, and still Marissa moved like a predator unscathed. Her laughter echoed as she created a towering clone of herself, ten feet tall, its claws gleaming like silver. I summoned every shred of my bond and hurled it forward. Instead of resisting, I merged into the clone, seizing control. Its eyes shifted from crimson to gold under my command.

------ Rank 1000 : Creed Gryffon Origin : Clanless Combat Style : Unregistered Description : Batch-43, Cadet of the Internatory Glitch Armed Services. A reckless 17 years old Glitch hunter who blatantly challenged and fought the envoy of the Alliance itself and stood his ground. The alliance considered him to be an esteemed donor of a premium Soul Armas. His most recognizable feat is the unrestrained slaughter of more than 5000 ghoul on the Pandemonium all by himself using unknown twin blade proficiency. Title : The Ghoul Reaper

He lunged. He didn't have the Sovereign’s juice, but he had the "Quiet." His human soul was a void that the drones couldn't track. He moved like a glitch, his pulse-claymore shearing through the liquid-shadow limbs of the first drone. It didn't bleed; it dissipated into static. "Is that all?" Nevan roared. Five more shards hit the ground. Ten. Twenty. The steppe was being peppered with the Source’s hunters. They moved with a terrifying, synchronized grace, a hive-mind focused on the bunker beneath the gantry.

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.