Hevy Clone Wars Novels & Stories

AVA I stood beside Derek and our team, my heart pounding in my chest as we crept through the shadows of the Golden Claw Palace. The night air was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of our mission bearing down on us. We had stolen codes and inside information that would help us slip through the back gate undetected, but I knew that didn't guarantee our safety. As we moved closer to the palace, I felt a strange sensation building inside me. It was as if my bond with Cane was growing stronger, like an invisible thread connecting us across the distance.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

"Three years to turn the Fifty Packs, the Northern Keepers, and the Eastern Dynasties into an interstellar war machine." He looked down at his Empress, his hand tightening possessively around her hip, his gaze filled with endless, fiery devotion. "They think they are coming to harvest a surface world," Dominic growled, his voice echoing out into the vast holographic cosmos. "They will find an Empire that owns the stars." Clara leaned back into his scorching chest, her amber eyes refocusing as she smiled with brilliant, triumphant resolve. She looked down at Prince Silas, who was softly laughing as he caught a drifting holographic star in his small hand.

he whispered. “She’s me,” Chaewon said. “And I’m not ready to forgive her.” “You don’t have to,” Jian replied. “You just have to survive her.” She looked up at him, and saw the truth now..He wasn’t a clone. He wasn’t perfect. He was flawed and that made him hers. __AN UNKNOWN LOCATION__ The clone sat on a throne of code—dozens of children kneeling before him. Red Web’s true army. He watched the footage of the Vesper explosion. Paused on Chaewon’s face. Then turned to his general. “It’s time.” “For what?” Another question. He smiled. “To kill both the phoenixes.”

“She says one of you doesn’t belong.” Maya grabbed Adrian’s wrist. “We have to stop him before—” Too late. The clone lunged — impossibly fast — knocking Adrian to the ground. Elias grabbed him from behind, trying to restrain him, but the clone’s strength was unnatural. He threw Elias across the room like he weighed nothing. Maya dove for the terminal, slamming keys. “I can overload the pod systems!” “Do it!” Adrian shouted, struggling beneath the clone’s grip. She typed furiously, sparks flying from the console. The floor vibrated, a low whine rising as the containment units began to overload.

The shadow-chains exploded from his wrists, ten times thicker and more lethal than before. "The wolf..." Dante whispered, looking at his hands. "He's... he's different. He’s bigger." "He’s a Void-Wolf now," I said, standing up and pulling him with me. "And we have a fleet to sink." "Zora, look," Sora said, pointing to the primary monitor. The Hegemony warships weren't just rotating their cannons anymore. They were launching "Titan-Class" drop-pods. Dozens of them. They were falling from the sky like black raindrops, aimed directly at the Shadow-District.

Then his body convulsed And split open. Metal beneath skin. Wires, spines, gears. The clone had never been fully human. Not since Phase Six. The prototype wasn’t the final version. He was. And now the real program has been activated. The last thing Noa saw before blacking out? Was the clone’s eyes glowing white And the ship is going dark. To be continued.

“We’ve got a problem.” Amara looked up. “What now?” Cassian pointed at the monitors on his wrist drone. From the ashes of the explosion, a shadow was rising — her clone again, untouched, eyes burning brighter than before. “You can’t destroy what was made to replace you.” The clone’s voice echoed through the ruins like thunder. “I am the Crown of Nothing. And your reign ends tonight.” Luca stood weakly, pulling Amara close. “Then we end her — together.” Amara’s eyes glowed with fury. “No. I end her.”

Afterward, they held each other, Damian’s hand resting on the belly, feeling the child move. But victory was hollow. The Architect’s death had released something worse. New threats simmered in the shadows. The clones had not all been destroyed. In the chaos of the final battle, several enhanced duplicates had escaped the labs. They were out there—looking exactly like Damian, programmed with fragments of his memories, but loyal to the old syndicate’s remnants. They moved in the shadows, gathering followers, whispering promises of a restored order. One week after the fleet’s fall, the first clone appeared.

No gunfire—just small pods shooting out, arcing toward the stairs. “They need human anchors to stabilize the portal,” Maya whispered, horror in her voice. “By bringing you here, I gave them the keys to this world.” One pod landed right by David and Bianca. The hatch opened. Out stepped the Maya clone from the lab. But this time, she wasn’t crying. She wore a Rossi commander’s uniform, radiating power and cruelty. “Thank you, Sister.” The clone’s smile was all teeth. “The Board is ready to move in now.”