Hevy Clone Wars Novels & Stories

They are no longer called warriors by the time, some people assume that they should be the Gods, but finally the people named them as the Earth Demons. When the East Continent was on the verge of collapse, God sent seven knights to punish the seven Earth Demons. The greatest battle in history ensued. The seven heavenly knights were in fact unable to defeat the seven Earth Demons. Legend has it; the seven celestial knights in the end issued the Move they feared the most. The Move's name is Destroying Disaster Move. Not only can destroy the enemy, the Move will also destroys the knights who have been sent by God.

Before Leo could think more about the name Black Wolves there was a knock on the door. "Come in" replied Leo, Anne entered and came close and sat next to Leo on the bed and spoke, "somehow the Dragon's clone we struggled against was found and killed and we got the assist, and we got the kill on the clone despite not killing it, how did that happen?".

No matter how long, someday he was going to talk or confide in someone who may later spill the beans. In every battle, casualties were inevitable as sanctioned by the Geneva Convention. There were always holy and unholy troops that gave directions to the winning platoon. Solo was on the left side of the equilibrium. His presence in Subi’s life was more redemptive than it was corporative. Consequently, the young beauty accepted the consequences of her wrongdoing and promised to brave it through to the end. She planned it well and exactly as she expected, results became visible five days later.

He was still hurt, and giving Trix the silent treatment. She pat down her uncomfortable outfit that reminded her of Katara from Avatar but fire nation style. She wore black baggy pants that were pushed closer to her skin at her ankle by her boots. The red, cotton dress like clothing that covered her upper half fell pass her knee and hugged her upper body. It had two high slits on either side and a small black leather armor of sorts over it. That all was paired with a belt that was designated for her weapons. The sight of it sent shivers down her spine. “Fear not, much less equip as you have gone and return,” Lord Kys said as he approached the wide eyed girl.

Green asked. “Well, at the pace my people are working I’ve pushed all the buttons to the maximum production of this super human beast cloning and we make around five thousand a day so let’s say in five years’ time we should be prepared for the mission. If I wanted to end this war long ago I would’ve done so but however I do need the war to continue so it’d distract anyone from suspecting what my goal is and why I am not making a move that’s what I need you for okay?” David said which in return Mr. Green smiled to his words because if anyone understood what David’s plan was more than anyone it’s Mr. Green here because just by touching the container he could already feel the connection and how

She smothered it with her own rage, her own memories of the Slums, her own hunger for revenge. The light was blinding. A shockwave of pure, unadulterated lunar energy ripped outward. Ethan dived for cover as the server racks were pulverized into dust. The silver and glass fortress groaned, the structural supports twisting like tinfoil. When the light cleared, the clone was gone.

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.”

“Destroyed one of my biggest factories? Cute. But it’s like knocking down one house in a city I’m still building.” Her fingers drummed on the armrest. “Let them celebrate their little victory. They don’t know the half of what’s coming. Clones are just the beginning.” A cruel smile spread across her face. “If they want a war, I’ll give them a war. But on my terms.” She leaned forward, voice low and dangerous. “Message received, brothers. Now the real game begins, Bain stood with Petrov, Sokolov, and Vulture in the war room, the encrypted video playing on the screen before them. The blast that tore through Valeria’s clone factory left no doubt—they had hit a major target.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.