Gregor Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

However for some reason the light was growing brighter still. "Formation," Aegeus suddenly had a bad premonition. With great caution he hadn't shown before this moment he recalled his clones to back to himself; but he didn't dissolve the skill. The 30 clones surrounded the vanguard of Silver Wolves with their eyes fixed on the ever increasing light of the seal. One could tell that Aegeus had trained the Glow: Multiple Me, brilliantly well. After all, he was able to deploy his clones in a formation.

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.”

Not before making sure to record it for future reference, mind you. As the projectile and the clone were getting closer to their intended target, the clone decided that it was time to make its move. With its wires still attached to the projectile, the clone allowed itself to lift off of the back of the projectile. It only took a split second for the wires to go fully taut, following which the clone's body used the recoil of the wires to launch its body towards the projectile. If a person was able to observe the clone's body from up close, they would realize that there was a blackish aura gathered around the right foot of the clone that looked as if it was a stomp towards the projectile. They

The doppelgängers wake. They're not mimics. They're *upgrades*. --- **The Perfections** The Kelly clone moves first, her static a controlled storm, her eyes glowing with the Arbor Prime's green light. "You're flawed. Let us fix you." The Hunter clone phases through solid matter, his roots razor-sharp. "You'll thank us later." The Kael clone aims a rifle forged from pure entropy. "Stand still. This'll sting." Veyra and I retreat, but the garden shifts, walls of thorns cutting off escape. The Custodian watches, bored. "This is why we use clean templates. Organics are so... *messy*."

My heart is pounding in my ears and I can't even hear my own thoughts clearly. This was a bad idea. A bad idea. "Hunt," I said softly, rubbing my thumb against his hand. "I don't know what to say," he said. "So now you're with the rogues and you believe everything they say." "Hunt, I think they can help me. I'm not saying I believe them. They said they aren't the only rogues in the area. They just stuck together because they are hybrid and they've been kicked out from their old packs."

"You've returned... to join us?" Gale shifted, Kane lunging, but the figure dodged, countering with a burst of silver-dark energy that sent him sprawling. Autumn's heart hammered—this wasn't just an imposter; the legacy sensed a blood tie. A clone, grown from Elias's captured essence during his imprisonment by the Order, infused with the Shadowed One's will. "Why?" Autumn demanded, channeling the amulet, a beam of starlight slamming into the clone's armor, cracking it. Rebels rallied, guardians clashing with rogues, but the army pressed, their numbers endless.

My own wolf inside me whimpered, cowering at the sheer dominance rolling off him. Gregor didn’t speak at first. He simply yanked a limp Black Fang warrior off the ground, stripped him of his tactical uniform, and without a blink, started putting on the blood-stained gear like it was just another Tuesday. He dressed quickly. Then his golden eyes snapped to me, sharp and burning. He stalked toward the Kia, boots sinking into the mud, and ripped the door open. With a movement too quick, too precise, he tossed a smaller uniform—clearly from one of the dead men—into my lap.

Dax and I stepped out onto the catwalk beside him. Marching in perfect, horrifying synchronization up the grated ramps toward our crashed transport were a dozen Null-Troopers. Up close, they were even more intimidating. They were eight feet tall, entirely encased in thick, light-absorbing matte-grey armor. They didn't have optical visors; their heads were just solid, sloped iron plates housing localized radar arrays. They carried massive rotary-kinetic cannons slung low on their hips. "No phase-shifts," Dax reminded the pack, his voice low and dead serious. "No energy shields. Kinetic force only. You hit them in the joints, and you don't stop hitting them until they stop moving."

Beside her, Rafael flanked right, scanning with his weapon raised. “She’s here,” Sophia whispered. “I can feel it.” They reached a clearing—moonlight catching on something pale crouched in the tall grass. Sophia stepped forward slowly, heart pounding. And then she saw her. The prototype stood perfectly still, head tilted, studying Sophia like a mirror looking back. “You are obsolete,” the clone said softly. “I am the evolution.” Sophia narrowed her eyes. “You’re a puppet on a leash.” “She’s fast,” Rafael warned.

Alexander warned. But AX-01’s gaze shifted to him, cold amusement in his eyes. “You think you’re unique, Alexander? You think your guilt makes you human? They copied that too.” “Then they made a mistake,” Alexander said darkly. “Because I learned how to regret.” The clone’s smile widened. “And I learned how to erase.” Before either of them could react, the lights flared red. The entire facility trembled as systems activated. Mechanical arms unfolded from the walls, and the hum of power turned into a deafening roar.