Gregor Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

"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."

Despite the salt and pepper grey hair, Connor’s movie star looks make him seem ageless in a way that had me thinking he would have still been just a touch too young to fight in that battle. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to.” He says. “I may have some additional insights that your parents or Leader Bruno don’t, and given how close this guy,” he says, motioning to the deceased human still lying on the ground, “was found to my pack lands, I’d like to be a part of thinking through next steps. Have you contacted COWS yet?”

The hunters let go of her, trembling in fear at the uproar in the woods and just then, a big black wolf stormed out, his eyes flickering silver was piercing deeply at them. “ It is the Rogue Alpha”. They shiver at the mention of his name. “ Run! ”. One of them announced before running away while the others also took to their heels as fast as their legs could go. But it was the Rogue Alpha, who was brutal and never set his prey free. He charged towards them, and in just a few steps, he grabbed both of them with both his hands and shredded them to pieces. Karen who was forced to the ground while they ran for their life tried to get up, but her limbs felt numb, no matter how much she tried, she

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.

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.

He then turned his back to notice me and Carrie fight back to back against the on coming horde of clones. " I might be able to shut them all down if we find the original ! " I said as I used my tiger shrouds to knock out the clones . " Sounds like a plan but how do you suppose we find the real thing mate ?" Cynosore said as she manipulated the magnetic field around the clones to push them back. Just then, another horde of Scapegoats came for us by all sides to attack us. Until Energygrid flew over and crystallize as many clones as she could.

I thought this was a pack. My eyes quickly scan the area as I climb out of the truck to make sure I’m not being watched by anyone. The scent is slowly fading, so I realize whoever it was must have already left, or been imprisoned something in the back of my mind hints. All rogues smell the same, but the scent is stronger, the longer you’ve been a rogue. Silas told me that my scent wasn’t that strong yet. I’ve never actually talked to a rogue before, so I have no idea how to tell the length of time compared to the strength of the smell. Most rogues that I fought as a warrior wreaked, which also meant they had been rogues so long they were losing their minds.

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.