Hevy Clone Wars Novels & Stories

"Purging biomass. Reclaiming hardware." From the underbelly of the massive Dreadnought, thousands of black streaks plummeted toward the earth like a meteor shower. They were "Void-Pods"—drop pods designed to deploy the Creators' shock troops: the Void-Hounds, twisted amalgamations of cloned flesh and cybernetic weaponry. "They’re trying to overwhelm the Dome's shields before the main cannon fires," Scarlett analyzed, her fingers flying across the Stellar Navigator while her jade brush painted frantic, glowing golden runes in the air. "System! Reroute all auxiliary power to the Nine-Heavens Defense Array!"

Yet, a Third Heaven Grand Emperor like James had destroyed many of his clones. The clone technique was one of Quinn’s signature skills, and the clones he formed were just as strong as his original body. Boom! A loud explosion spread from outside Mount Heavenly Path. It occurred from the clashing forces of Sword Energy and Sword Light.

Holding my hand, he whispered, “Mom, Dad hasn’t left us. He has gone to destroy that ‘clone’ mother, who is being created in the primal laboratory at the center of the Earth. Dad knows that if that clone is completed, she will take your place and seize the entire Moreno Empire.” I stood frozen. My own clone? Who is creating it? And why did Lucas go alone? I tightly gripped my silver sword. “Son, we have to return to Earth. We can’t leave Lucas alone in this danger.” We entered our small emergency capsule once again. Cutting through the endless void of space, we began our journey back to our blue planet—Earth. During the journey, I could only think about Lucas’s enchanting smile.

Unexpectedly, after Cloning was upgraded to level 6, the number of clones would increase to 81. 81 clones in addition to the main form would be 82 partial Heavenly Overlords. Even if he ran into a real Heavenly Overlord, David figured that he could still fight. Even if he could not, he could still escape. He did not believe that the main form would not be able to escape with so many clones shielding a retreat for him. If this did not work, the clones could self-detonate. What kind of destructive power would dozens of Heavenly Overlord clones create after they exploded?

And I can’t make it any better… I can never heal anyone again without dying. I hear sniffs and snorts outside and I hold my breath, gathering every bit of strength I have, “Cassandra,” I whisper. “We can do this.” My body starts glowing white as I feel heat. I walk to the outside of the cave, my bones breaking as Cassandra takes over. The pain isn’t like it was before and now that I have met her, I feel at even more peace than I did the first time. I hear growling and I open my eyes. Three of Jackson’s warriors are waiting, but something tells me I do not need to be afraid. Something tells me that I am more powerful than I ever imagined… And they are about to find out you don’t mess with thi

I snickered at him. "Watch it, Hound," Jase growls. I arch a brow at him. "Am I wrong, Daddy?" I retort tauntingly. "You know he isn't," Ryder says from Jase's office chair, pointing to him. He has temporarily commandeered Jase's new office. It's been about four weeks since we started a war between the Damned Forsaken and the Ravagers. The Ravagers got their lost turf back, and the Damned Forsaken have all but disappeared. It's too convenient.

And with that, he left, and I let myself feel the smallest flicker of hope that maybe-just maybe-we could figure this out. Later that Afternoon When I found Eddie and Claire, the living room looked like a scene from a miniature apocalypse. There were Lego bodies everywhere, stormtroopers missing helmets, little plastic arms flung under the coffee table. Claire was sitting cross-legged on the floor, looking entirely too serious about the whole thing. "I'm telling you, kid, if we reinforce this wing, the Death Star can totally survive the rebel attack." Eddie squinted at her. "That's not how the movie goes."

The destruction was biblical in scale. "You're playing with fire and wolf-blood like they're toys, original," the clone's voice boomed from right above me. His boots hovered a few inches off the ruined ground, defying physics itself. The sheer weight of his presence was making my nose bleed, the dark red drops floating upward toward him due to the inverted gravity. "We are not a hybrid with some shiny tricks. We are the end of days. Let me show you what eighty percent actually means."

The bay doors opened as the marines take in the luscious scenery of forests, oceans, and mountains. Some of them took off their helmets as the vast scenery of Ren'veil swept the hearts of each warrior, as though they had fallen in love for the first time. One of Kent's close allies and friends aboard the Night Hawk, Clayton Carmive, is the Resident muscle of the Strike team. He often wore a Generation 4 Tactical Knight armor – Heavy Herculio. Like Rex's suit, it is also equipped with jump-kit boosters, gravity boots, and a grappling hook gun. The suit can be compared to a behemoth in terms of size due to its base design was derived from the heavy knights during Terran Age 2942 in Xheronian t

The sole food that keeps me sane, alive, and stronger. As I fill my stomach with it, I stared at the wall just in front of my desk. Photos. Lots of it. At the university’s main gate, at the convenience store, in front of the dormitory building, even on a random road. Different places, day or night. But with the same person in every piece of it. Eliana Deere, of the very powerful Deere clan. One of the biggest, strongest, of all the pack. The only daughter of Boss R, with the inheritance of the throne just waiting for her. Eliana, you make me go speechless by how dumb you are. Turning your back against your pack to bump shoulders with humans, live in a room where humans sleep, eat what they e