Gregor Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

And inside it, a young man. Tomiwa read the console. “Vital signs stable. Deep sleep. Name: Leonardo Vexler.” Sergio frowned. “His son?” “Clone,” Alejandro corrected. “Or something worse.” Tomiwa found the logs. Genesis Subject 01 - Modeled from dominant traits observed in D. Moretti. Modified for resilience, obedience, and regenerative adaptability. Sergio turned to Alejandro. “They made a copy of Dino?” “A weapon based on him,” Alejandro said. “But one Vexler could control.”

A massive bear-kin warrior stepped forward, swinging a jagged obsidian spear at the chest of the closest clone. The thick stone blade impaled the grey-skinned monstrosity perfectly through the sternum. The clone did not even flinch. It grabbed the shaft of the spear and violently snapped it in half. The wound in its chest knit together in a fraction of a second, the pale flesh aggressively regenerating around the broken stone tip. The clone stepped inside the bearkin's reach and drove a fist into the warrior's ribs, a blow so fast and heavy it sounded like a cannon shot.

But the creature quickly recovered, its wounds healing almost instantly. “We need to do this now,” Lycidas said, As if Claud heard what Lycidas said, he landed right in front of him. “Who’s with the demon now?” Lycidas asked. “Won’t it run off to hurt more people?” “My clone is keeping it busy,” Claud replied. “It’s just using our superior speed to keep it distracted. It’s not really landing hits.” “You can make clones?!” Lycidas and Lupa asked in unison, their eyes wide with surprise.

Maru commanded the soul clone and his words were heeded by the lowly construct. He was of course not a fool to just charge directly ahead into the black hole using his true body since he did not know the dangers that awaited him beyond this dark creation. Our protagonist was much too smart to make this mistake. And so with a clone leading the quest, it would post little to no danger to him at all. “SLURP!” Maru’s clone was eaten into the black hole in full. After that, all he needed to do was wait. * * * In an alien world, a thunderous flash of lightning storm descended in one spot of the land.

Then, Max appeared with a dozen other bodyguards from all directions. They were Ambrose's true confidants. They were the most skillful combatants who were handpicked from the Hamilton training ground. Some of them blocked the attacks from the clones. Meanwhile, the rest completed the outflank to block Twilight's path. Seeing how the bodyguards had defeated the clones, Twilight hurriedly pressed some buttons on the device that she wore on her wrist. When they were created, every clone had been implanted with a microchip in their body. The microchip was connected to the clones' central nervous system.

Kuro whispered something in his young master ear and finally stood up straight behind his Young master when he finally finishing saying something to his Young master that he wanted. Gabriele of course can hear what Kuro said if he wanted to, but because he was not accustomed to being nosy, he ignored it and retracted his gaze at the two figure once again and fell at Clone figure, holding that Legendary electric Shock cage that size was unexpectedly reduce into half, like the cage of any normal bird that was kept as a pet. Clone after sensing Gabriele gaze falling on his figure quivered a little, the trauma that this guy had inflicted on him had really made him miserable to the extent where o

I ask, frustrated and upset with his lack of focus on the task at hand. “Could you read them to me?” he requests. I sigh, but do as he asked. “September 10th, 8:05am. Five rogues attacked the warriors on guard duty along the southernmost perimeter. All rogues were killed. Two warriors sustained shallow scratches. One on the arm. The other on the leg. The battle lasted for–” I cut off with a squeak as I feel something warm and wet touch the back of my neck. He licked me. Tyler licked me!

stepped forward, his voice identical to Mavric’s own. “Surrender, Mavric. Let me take over your burdens. You’re tired, aren’t you? Let me become the new Mavric Thorne, and you… you can rest forever, right beside your mother.” Mavric looked at his clone with pure disgust. “You speak as though you possess a soul. You are nothing more than a collection of proteins and wires forced to mimic a human being.” Suddenly, Liora’s voice rang out over the villa’s public address system.

One week after the fleet’s fall, the first clone appeared. It walked into the provisional council meeting wearing Damian’s face, dressed in a perfect replica of his old CEO suit. The room fell silent as it sat at the table. “Hello, brother,” the clone said, smiling with Damian’s smile. “I’ve come to take back what’s mine.” Security moved in, but the clone raised a hand. “I’m not here to fight. Not yet. I’m here to offer integration. The clones are the future. Stronger. Faster. Loyal. Join us, and we can rebuild Apex into something greater than before. Refuse… and we will replace you one by one.”

The clone lunged. It moved the way lightning moves, there and everywhere, claws extended, hands already morphed into something sharp and dark that caught the light wrong. The real Asher caught every strike with one hand. Just his left. He barely shifted his weight. Around us, the few surviving servants who’d pressed themselves into corners made the mistake of staying too close when the clone let loose a roar. I don’t have adequate words for what that sound was. It went through the walls. It went through me. The low-ranking wolves nearby crumpled, hands over their ears, faces twisted in agony. Then they, too, came apart.