Gregor Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

The clone moved like a shadow, fluid, silent, precise. Olivia reached the corridor outside the R&D vault. The clone stood at the door, trying to override the lock. It turned when it sensed her. Olivia froze. This one was different. Same build. Same face. But older. Calmer. Eyes soft. Expression almost human. “Version 6.0,” Olivia whispered. The clone blinked. “You shouldn’t be here,” it said. “You’re the unfinished prototype.” “Yes.” “What do you want?” The clone stepped forward slowly. “To end the cycle. To end the war. To end the versions.”

Luis was relaxing in his pool at the back of his mansion, with Marco his right hand man when one of his men walked up to them. “Boss.” He said with a slight bow. “Lucas.” “One of our stash houses was hit this morning.” There was silence for a while, which made Lucas fidget. Luis watched as Marco emerged from the pool, his arms, chest and back full of numerous black tattoos on pale skin. At over 6”4 he was an intimidating figure made of raw muscles. “And?” He asked impatiently. “They made away with two kilograms of our product.” Marco was now standing few inches away from Lucas.

It fits his personality perfectly if you asked me. Alpha Keeram got out and flung his hand in the air signaling one of his Omega's to bring me. with an overwhelming fear I realized that once I am in there I am done for. I kicked and struggled but when I opened my eyes to look at the man grabbing me, i saw sympathy and care in his eyes, making me surrender. As if I'm possessed I get out from the vehicle, he handled me gently as if he didn't mean me any harm. To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue.

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.

Dorin said excitedly, “I’m taking up Magic Defence!” “Oh, just like Johan!” Professor Dupont patted Johan on the back. The other looked back at them nonchalantly, but suddenly stood in attention when Gen. Muller came near. “Professor Dupont! I see this kid is another one of your protégés.” said the general. “So, where did you find this one?” “We met near the borders of the Arfan Empire,” the professor said with a smile, “His grandmother entrusted him to me, right Johan?” the young man nodded. “Why don’t you introduce yourself to General Muller?”

Mason approached the Alpha. "We are here for a reason Alpha. You have my word that as a team, we will find solution to this problem" Mason assured the Alpha. They all left the chambers and went out into the pack to access the situation themselves. What they discovered was worse than they expected. Each of the pack members was being turned into a strange creature and as a new creature, they began to exhibit violent traits.

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t