Gregor Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

That was what Dameta explained to me after I was reincarnated to be Niccolo, the rogue Alpha. My wolf, who took over my body, acted on his own accord. However, I could still control him even though I slept inside him. What I looked like was I was watching from his perspective. "Plans changed. She will be arriving this morning at the dining hall." Dameta sighed. "Be prepared for yourself since you would be surprised what I looked like then." Her melancholy smile was making our hearts wrench in pain. I calmed my wolf, who was named Niccolo, the rogue Alpha. We must not be hasty now since this would be hard on us.

The thought terrified me more than any wound could have. "You're slow," the clone said, his voice sounding exactly like mine, but colder. "If you can't even burn me out, what are you gonna do when a real Sigen commander pulls your spine out?" "I'm not slow," I gasped out, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "I was just saving the good stuff."

“It’s not me, Aria.” She blinked fast, shaking it off. “I know.” We pushed forward, emerging into a maintenance hallway, blinking against the harsh fluorescent lights. The exit was close, less than thirty yards. But as we made our way toward it, I saw the reflection of him. The clone. He stood in front of the exit doors. Perfectly still. Identical. Down to the slight scar near my temple. But those eyes weren’t mine. I stepped forward. “Move.” He smiled faintly. “You’re not needed anymore.”

Alfi said. “Shut the hell up!” Wira exclaimed. His body is getting smoky as he increases the heat to make Alfi and his clone keep busy screaming in pain. Their scream is getting louder and louder. Suddenly, the clone turns into a red clip as it can’t hold the heat anymore. “You traitor!” Alfi exclaimed pissed and in pain.

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

Even King Regor is unaware that he has a special ability, and that special ability is really a useful thing. It is a special ability that allows him to change his face and body structure as long as he drinks a hundred milliliter of blood of the individual that he wants to disguise himself into. Although the taste of blood is nauseating, Tren will do anything to achieve his goal. He does not even fear shedding the blood of others to achieve his current position, so drinking a bit of blood is merely a walk in the park for him. After they got closer and closer to the Moon view temple, Tren has already thought of a lot of ways to infiltrate the temple with through a siege by using the death sold

“You’re the echo.” Behind them, the lights shifted. Alarms blared. And the clone stepped out from the shadows. Alive. Calm. Wearing a suit like he’d been promoted to CEO of nightmares. “You made it,” he said. “Perfect timing.” Alessio stepped in front of Noa, gun aimed at the clone’s head. “End this now.” “Oh, but why?” the clone purred. “It’s just beginning.” He turned toward the prototype. “Upload is at ninety-eight percent.”

The right clone, still partially linked but receiving garbage data, swung its blade in a panic and accidentally decapitated the center clone. The unit fell apart. The perfect triangle shattered into three broken, confused men. Marcus recovered, charging forward with a roar. He grabbed the remaining standing clone by the neck and slammed him into the blast door, crushing the helmet. Silence returned to the antechamber, save for the sparking of the broken frog toy. Kzzzt... Namo... Kzzzt. Jack stood up, wiping black fluid from his hands. He was breathing hard, his ribs burning. "Remind me," Jack panted, kicking the frog toy, "to leave a five-star review for that thing."

Whatever was going through her mind was cold and cruel. "Real soon," Connor added as he walked out of the house and joined his sister. I gave them one last wave and they walked away from our house to do what needed to be done while I turned my attention back to Luca and the new guy who was in our living room now. "Who were they?" Luca asked monotonously. "Just friends," I shrugged. "They were rogues. They shouldn't have been in the territory," Luca growled. He may have been my sister's Third in Command but that didn't give him the right to go all wolf on my ass. Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself.

Teeth and claws and punches thrown at one another against the roof of two huge snow-covered branches. As I rested my head on the tree behind me, I realized that Gregor wasn’t really just meaning to protect me—he’d been hunting down these Rogues for killing. I can even see in his eyes and the way his body moves that he’s willing to bury them all beneath the snow and at the bottom of the icy running river. I heard the other Rogues escaping back to the other side of the same river. Gregor strode towards me as he knocked down the leader, relishing every step as if he were walking into his summit of victory and I am the prize to be claimed at the top.