Homeless Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

Echo appeared, flawless and commanding, standing in front of rows of new clone soldiers and several glowing incubation pods. “People of Lagos,” Echo began, voice smooth and paternal. “The so-called rebels have stolen what belongs to the future. Two perfect hybrid children. My children. But I am merciful. Return them to me, and I will spare the western districts. Join me, and your families will know strength without suffering. Refuse… and watch as I take them by force.” The camera panned to show dozens of new clones — all with Damian’s face, but enhanced, colder. Echo smiled directly into the lens.

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 was then 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'm basically homeless. I needed a shelter, a home, a means to survive, and there is no other place or means of getting that except this. I had to do what was needed to be done; I would only be regarded as a rogue if I should the four walls of this pack; I would be prone to so many bad things out there; it's dangerous, and I can easily get killed. I had to accept his offer; I had no other choice after all. “What's your take, Maya?” Kylian's voice echoed into my head, bringing me back to the deep thought that had taken over my being.

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?

“Please be safe, the clone will be looking for me not you because he has been programmed to destroy werewolves and not humans. So hurry, call the kids, the luna, Balaam, and the others to meet here. They must make it here in one hour.” “Got it!” Heather nodded. She was shaking because she was nervous as she dialed the number. Tom was watching her with pity. He hated that he put his wife in such a situation and was loving her even more. Heather made the call and shortly after, the boys, Yutti, the luna, and her son showed forth. They hugged each other in excitement and Heather explained to them of their ordeal with the president and the clone. Soon, Balaam showed up with a few other strange g

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.

I stood up, my expression unyielding, and commanded, "Return home, Neptune." After the viewscreen went blank, cheers erupted. as Beast powered back up and warped us back home. I made my way to the back of the shuttle to check on the rescued humans. They revealed a chilling truth, 'The Order' had granted Zorvath permission to take a few humans in exchange for advanced technology. However, instead of experimenting on them, many of whom, were homeless before being taken. Zorvath's crew had been cloning them, using their bodies to create vessels for their survival on Earth's surface. The clones were human shells designed to blend in, so they could pretend to be human and walk among us. Admiral