Gregor Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

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."

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.

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 morning sun caught the ship's crystalline surface and scattered rainbow fragments across the water, creating a light show that probably wasn't helping their case for being "perfectly normal." "Sir." One of the clones—this one had started calling himself Marcus Two, in honor of the original who had died during the arctic expedition—approached with the careful posture of someone delivering news they knew wouldn't be well-received. "The pack has completed the headcount. Three thousand and forty-seven, including the wounded." "Forty-seven more than we started with?" "Some of the brothers... reproduced? We think? The temporal distortions in the pyramid were confusing." Jack decided that werew

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.

Find Father Thomas there. ​"And you?" ​"I’m going to blow up this tunnel. It’s the only way to stop them." ​I hugged Lucas. But his body felt strangely cold. When I placed my ear to his chest, I found no heartbeat. Only the ticking sound of a clock. ​I backed away. "You... are you a clone too?" ​Lucas gave a tragic smile. "I am Prototype 16. I am the only clone into whom some of Lucas’s memories were uploaded. Sophia, perhaps the real Lucas never even existed. He was just a figment of your father's imagination."

The lab was freezing, it was filled with the scent of chemical steam. Faith stood in the center of the room, her heart racing as dozens of clones, each with her own face, stepped out of their glass tanks. They didn't have names. They didn't have memories. They only had the silver light of the Master Key glowing in their eyes. “Faith, don't move,” Killian growled. He stepped in front of her, his body expanding as he prepared to shift into his full Alpha form. His golden eyes were fixed on the nearest clone, who was watching him with a strange, blank curiosity.

In an instant, the winged serpent clone turned into a cloud of dust and dissipated with the wind. ‘Drogo Rogers, a Horizon Peak’s Academy initiate whose power was a testament to the fact that he had been the peak’s initiate for a long time. His sword skill is probably at the level of Agility of level five or even higher!’ thought Zephyr. He began to wonder why Drogo was so h*llbent on killing him when he had never done him any wrong. It was a good thing it was only a clone he was attacking and not the real Zephyr. Were that to be the real Zephyr, he was sure he would have been seriously injured.