Gregor Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

But at the center stood a throne made from melted relics — a mockery of what faith had built. And upon it sat her. The clone. The same face. The same posture. Only her eyes — white, glowing faintly — gave her away. Amara stopped ten meters away, flanked by Luca and Dante. The soldiers held their fire. The clone tilted her head. “You came.” Amara’s voice was steady. “You wear my face. Speak carefully.” The clone smiled faintly. “I am you. The perfected version. The one who doesn’t hesitate to save this world from itself.”

A double-reinforced vault with retinal scan access. As Chaewon stepped forward. The scanner lit green, access granted and the doors opened. And there she was, the clone. Standing in the center of the room, wearing Chaewon’s wedding gown. The exact same one. “Hello, Chaewon,” she said softly. “I’ve been waiting.” Han raised his gun. The clone didn’t move. Jian stepped in front of Chaewon. “Kang. Where is he?” “He’s already moved,” the clone said. “He doesn’t need this facility anymore.”

I paced my dimly lit chamber, my boots striking the stone floor with deliberate force. The torches along the walls cast erratic shadows, flickering like the chaos inside my mind. “ Gregor,” I growled, turning sharply to face him. He stood as still as a statue, arms crossed over his chest, his scarred face unreadable in the dim light. I could trust Gregor because his loyalty was unshakable, and his strength unparalleled. “They have successfully defeated the previous batch of Hunters, I hope you sent more men,” I said, my voice low but taut with anger.

“I appreciate that, handsome. But it’s something I have to do as Mayor. I’ll meet up with you shortly. Jeremy is giving orders to go to all ends of our borders. I have visiting Alphas and Betas here as well. I need to inform them to be prepared. I tried to tell them to let us handle this issue but they are proud men and want to help. So I won't say no. I made sure all the pack was safe before I made my way to the border where Colby and Dane were standing.. This is where the majority of rogues were gathered. Snarling. Chomping their jaws at us. The smell of feral rogues is one of rotten and matted fur. Of wolves who don't groom. Born rogues, and rogues who leave their packs willingly don't ha

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

The old-fashioned way is bodies. Clone bodies out of the flood. Residual bodies along the rail with knives and stolen guns. Tame bodies dragging half-awake rack survivors toward relay exits. My body, too hot and too pregnant and too useful, standing in the middle with a burned hand the city has learned to mark. The first clone reaches the gallery edge. Sarah shoots its elbow before it clears the rail. Renn’s fighter beside her drives a pry bar through its shoulder and levers it backward into the water. Another clone climbs over the falling one without looking down.

"Trust the scar. Trust the girl who stayed in the tank beside you while the droids tore the skin off your back. Trust the mud, Dante." He flinched at the name. The word Dante seemed to strike him like a physical blow, a password that bypassed the security protocols of his reset brain. He looked at his scarred forearm, then at my hand—raw, bleeding silver, and trembling with the weight of forty-two dead clones. With a low, guttural curse, Thorne dropped his pulse-blade. He grabbed my hand.

My guard seemed uneasy and sad. " Is it a female?" I asked shamelessly. " No, sir they are all male's. " He answered quickly. Thankful for how my men understood that its best to be straightforward, I hated it when someone tries to lengthen their reply to delay an answer. " Alpha Keeram must have taken her, let us track them down. I want her found and unharmed!" I ordered. It's the least I could do for John. I got back in my car and my driver followed one of my warriors who has shifted, to highten his senses and follow the sent left behind luckily it seemed as if this happened last night so the sent will still be strong.

I traced off, not knowing what to say. He turned back to me, a grave look on his face. “They didn't tell you?" I nodded in response. Silence reigned for a moment before we began walking again. “Everything was going fine until several months ago…" He began. The air turned ominous as he trailed off. “A set of rogues attacked." My heart jumped at the mention of rogues. That couldn't be. “Don't worry, they're not like Leo and the others, but they managed to injure several pack members. We tried to trace them to no avail, but we eventually dropped it.” He sighed.

I’m hoping that it’s actually from the rogues and not his. Kylo is a massive wolf. Not as big as Kage, but almost. And while Kage was an all dark gray wolf, Kylo was more of a mix of colors – gray, brown, and white. Kylo whimpered as the rogue behind his back managed to bite his neck and I writhe behind the tree out of worry and panic. Shit! I need to help him! I hated seeing him like this. This is the worst attack out of everything we’ve encountered. The rogues were clearly not just passersby, but they were bloodthirsty. Their eyes were looking everywhere like they were on something, too.