Gregor Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

, Kieran yelled, he moved closer to Alessandro, “You need to feed Aless" “I do not need to do anything!”. Kieran shrugged, “I figured you might say that", he pulled the man who was shaking in fright beside him. Alessandro had not paid attention to him. Kieran looked him square in the eye and whispered, “Be calm”. He drew his sharp claws across his wrist. The coppery scent of blood filled the air. Kieran had to reign his urges, something he had taken centuries to master. However, Alessandro didn’t need much coercing as he pulled the man’s hands to his mouth and drank from him.

The clone also told him that this idiot was the reincarnation of gluttony. He ate almost twice of his own size. Every day his clone had to hunt for 2 to 4 hours to feed the creature or it wouldn't stop howling and crying all night. Fortunately, with a full stomach, it was an obedient creature. Creed pulled out his Mayhem Saber and stuck the cage bars. The cage fell apart, and the creature ran towards Creed with utter haste. "Alright, alright… let go of my leg... crazy bird!" He jumped at him and started rubbing himself against his foot again. Creed tried to push it away, but the beast didn't let go of his foot for several minutes.

“Well, girl. You want to learn from this old wolf?” Gregor was a werewolf? I hadn’t realized. He must be a Rogue, to be among the Warren, but I’d never heard of a healer going Rogue. I nodded, and wrote, “I want to learn. Naomi says you are the best.” “Aw, you’re gonna make me blush, girls,” Gregor said, utterly deadpan. I was fairly certain that man’s face did not know how to blush.

“Emotion. Primitive. Predictable.” “Maybe,” Sera said. “But it’s mine.” Behind the clone, a console glowed faintly. A core control system. She could see the cascading code already running activation sequences, deployment protocols, long-range uplinks lighting up like veins. They were preparing to leave. To expand. To overwrite the world with Mira’s vision. She stepped forward. The clone mirrored her step. “You are obsolete,” it said. “You allowed attachment. Hesitation. Love.”

"The ledger can't calculate a truth it didn't write." Trial Two: The Iteration of Fear The scene shifted. The library vanished, replaced by a replica of the "Gilded Cage"—the penthouse in Brooklyn. But it was distorted, the windows looking out onto a world that was nothing but a sea of binary code. In the center of the room stood a "Data-Clone" of Leo. The clone was perfect—the "friendly" gray eyes, the "independent" tilt of the head. But the clone was sitting in the Calibration Chair, its small body becoming translucent as the "Master-Ledger" began to "Harvest" its frequency.

I asked as I weighed my options. “Yes, all hallways will in one way take you out.” There was a hint of sarcasm in Aria’s voice, though not heated. “A particular one that can lead to the road market?” Aria’s eyes glistened and before she could answer a cold voice spoke. “The Rogue Alpha will certainly not appreciate that.” My spine locked in place and I spun to see the second in command to the rogue alpha behind the door. “I wasn’t really plann—” “Follow me.” He caught me off abruptly and then spun around, showcasing his straight, perfectly carved back to me. He looked like he’d been trained his entire life to carry himself as though he were a god.

"Did you think a little lava could stop the evolution of the Silver Line?" "You aren't evolving!" I shouted, holding Leo tighter. "You’re just a puppet for a man who hates us!" Selene laughed, and the sound made my skin crawl. "Malakor is gone. The architect is my partner now. He gave me the strength to survive. Now, give me the boy, or I’ll let my clones tear this station apart." The squad of clones moved forward in perfect unison. They looked exactly like me same height, same hair but their eyes were dead. They drew their violet swords, the blades humming with a sound that made my teeth ache.

I planned on going Rogue and living a normal life. But then the attack happened. It was unexpected, we were completely unprepared, and it resulted in most of the pack being wiped out, including my parents, Tony, and our sister Lilah, who was only a baby. By the time the fight had ended, there were only 40 members of the pack left. We had lost almost 500 members of the pack and were completely lost. We also lost the packlands as they were destroyed beyond repair, and with me being the oldest Alpha family member left, the remaining pack members turned to me for guidance, and I took on the role even if it went against every fiber of my being.

Thomas I nodded and smiled as he got himself kitted up and ready for the fight. Thomas I was the ultimate clone. He was the first successful experiment with even more strength than Thomas II. Everything else was the same with both clones except for speech. Thomas I could speak. He was the machine the president boasted of. Formed from different DNAs of werewolves of the past, he birthed thousands of other clones like him except for Thomas II who was formed from Tom. Thomas I’s siblings had no speech but they did have the same strength as he did. Thomas I had super speed and never got exhausted so he ran to the mainlands on foot wearing his gadgets for the war.

CLOVER The short cut was very narrow and eerily quiet. My skin crawled and the hairs on my neck stood at attention. Since I was the strongest here, me being a Luna, my senses were higher. As we went deeper, I could feel something watching from the trees, “ Hey...we’re being watched. Don’t panic or else they’ll attack. These rogues have lost their senses so they rely on sounds and body language. They’re extremely irrational and unpredictable so try to stay calm and don’t look them in the eyes” I said quietly and they nodded in response.