Gregor Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

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!

New threats simmered in the shadows. The clones had not all been destroyed. In the chaos of the final battle, several enhanced duplicates had escaped the labs. They were out there—looking exactly like Damian, programmed with fragments of his memories, but loyal to the old syndicate’s remnants. They moved in the shadows, gathering followers, whispering promises of a restored order. One week after the Architect’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.

Yegor clasped his hands and said, “Thank you, James.” Then, he flipped his hand, and a red glow enveloped his body. A red glow enveloped his body, and a terrifying aura permeated the area. Simultaneously, nine physical clones at the Forth Xaeclon Rank emerged from his body, each emitting a potent righteous aura. James exclaimed, “The Yitro Daeclon Rank! Congratulations, Mr. Yegor!” Yegor laughed heartily in the void, then responded, “Now I’d like to see how my tigress wife will defeat me! Haha!”

Then, they fight and kill the guards. Boom! The basement door breaks open. Five clones stand there. But now, they look exactly like me. Same face. Same scars. Same mating mark, same fury in their eyes. The first copy tilts her head. “Hello, original. Did you think you were the only one?” Kieran roars angrily, shifting into his wolf form, fur growing on his arms. But Gideon grabs the thick ruff of his neck, pulling him back to focus. “Fight with the kiss of a blade or the punch of a bullet? Pick one.”

I asked again. “You’ll know soon enough. He will capture you and peel your skin off your flesh!” The other Rogue said. He seemed to have tapped boldness from the first one. Good for him then. Boldness is a good trait for— Focus, Isla. “So, Gregonn is a guy?” “We are Gregonns!” They both recited, startling me in the process. “Geez, guys.” I clutched the left part of my chest. “Save the energy. “

"You're... You're not bleeding." "Sorry to disappoint you, little wolf." Ragnar walks forward, his boots echoing off the stone floor like a countdown till he is right in front of me. Up close, his golden eyes are almost hypnotizing, making it feel so natural to do whatever he wants. He could have fooled me with his white coat and stethoscope, but the image of the hooded man with a scythe isn't so easy to forget. "How are you not bleeding?" I struggle for the words. "Interesting, isn't it?" He leans down, lifting my chin. "Just like how you're still alive."

Half-collapsed, but maybe climbable if we could make a break for it. Kieran’s eyes found mine, and he gave the smallest shake of his head. Don’t. The circle of clones stopped three steps away. Their faces were blank, eyes glowing faintly in the firelight. One of them that has my face, but older, sharper, spoke. “We don’t have to fight you.” “You already are,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. Subject One gestured lazily, and the older version lunged. I dodged left, feeling her fingers graze my jacket sleeve. The touch was cold, almost electric. Echo intercepted her mid-turn, grabbing her by the collar and shoving her back into another clone so hard they both staggered.

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.