Homeless Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

the other guy asked, eliciting a laughter from the leader . Silas grunted and his claws popped out of his fingers, the sharpness of the Alpha's claws glinting in the sunlight that streamed into the forest through the spaces in the tree leaves. “You don't need to come into my territory to make me kill you, your existence alone is a nuisance” Silas said and charged at them. A few minutes later, the dismembered body of the three rogues lay on the floor in an entangled bloody heap, blood dripping out of Silas claws as he wiped them carefully with the white handkerchief he was holding, his previous pristine white shirt stained with blood.

He asked, avoiding my gaze by looking back to his screen. “I think the more important question should be why the hell are you in my house, Adam?” “Oh! That! I just found the bastard that has been unruly and feeding on humans. Since you are here, just send some men over to get him,” he said and then pulled the iPad from the support he had placed it on and passed it to me. I looked through the blurry and hard to see video that had been slowed down to the maximum at the end. Despite the human’s attempt at finding what was killing their people, I had been certain the attack was by one of my people but not all the clans lived under us, it was hard to know everyone and keep a track on them.

Huddled together Lucy and I looked worriedly between the men before the little one pulled away from the run-down house and began driving towards our new home. After what seemed to take forever but was most likely only an hour we were pulling up to what looked like a very old single-level warehouse-like building. The outside looked to be a building ready to collapse. I was starting to worry for our safety. We were for sure going to die of tetanus just being in here. Before too long the little guy got out of the vehicle and opened the door for the large brute. The larger guy walked into the little door while the smaller one looked into the vehicle, “Your lucky you're a breeder bitch,” he said

Disappointment hollowed painfully through my chest. “I understand,” I murmured quietly, already stepping backward. “I’m sorry for wasting your—” “But that doesn’t mean I’m willing to leave you helpless.” Hope sparked painfully through me so suddenly it almost hurt. Lucas glanced once more toward the guards before stepping slightly closer. “There may be another option,” he continued quietly. “Not here. Outside Blood Moon territory.” I frowned. “What do you mean?” “Beyond the eastern border near the Dead Woods, there’s a rogue encampment,” Lucas explained. “Mercenaries. Exiled fighters. Wolves who survive entirely outside pack systems.”

I could hear furniture being smashed once again. I walked to my room and sat in my chair reading through some briefings from the current Beta. The latest briefing, from yesterday, said that the rogue attack was unsuccessful. All rogues were lost with no injuries or deaths to the enemy. I can't help but wonder if the enemy is Abby and Kayla's packs. I sent a mind link to John, the current Beta. J: Yes, Future Alpha M: Why are we having rogues attack other packs when we have very capable warriors?

I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life. I don't know who my parents are. I don't know if they are dead or alive or if they ever wanted me. I don't know anything about where I came from. All I know is that I have been on my own since before I can remember, stealing and lying and fighting just to stay alive. That is what rogues do. We do the dirty work. The illegal work. The work that packs do not want to admit needs doing. In return, we get money, food. A chance to see another day.

But the way he spoke, he was all business. “We don’t normally allow rogues in, as I’m sure you know. Your kind is not exactly predictable.” I nodded even though I didn’t know, and he spent the next hour interrogating me. Yep, all business. Hugo chimed in constantly—something I was thankful for because I didn’t feel much like talking. He pleaded my case that I was homeless and needed his help, pulling the damsel-in-distress card. In the end, the so-called beta must have decided I was harmless and had good reason for being there because he let us through.

The shrine grove was a battlefield under the moonlit sky, gunfire punctuating the night like thunder. Amara's heart stopped as the woman emerged from the shadows—Nkechi, or what looked like her, her face lined with years but her eyes the same warm brown Amara remembered from childhood dreams. The virus upload bar crept to 60%, the console humming with energy, but Ngozi—the clone—froze, her gun wavering between Amara and the newcomer.

“We do not even have a place to stay tonight, let alone the resources to wage a war against the city grid.” “Starting from nothing means nobody can predict our next move,” he countered, a rare, cold smile touching the corner of his lips as he reached out to steady me against the wind. He reached down, his large hand untying the waterproof package from my waist, lifting the heavy bundle up between us like a prize. “The Draven empire is dead, Clara.”

code from his "Furious Youth." The Return of the "Apex Asset" The door groaned open, revealing a "Labyrinth" of "Recycled" habitats. This was the "Resistance Node"—a community of "Unindexed" scavengers and "System-Error" refugees who lived in the "Data-Voids" beneath New Geneva.