Homeless Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

But Amara’s gaze stayed locked on the clone — the one that looked like her. “Why did they make you?” she whispered. The clone smiled faintly. “Because you wouldn’t kneel.” Before Amara could react, the clone’s hand pressed against the glass — and shattered it with inhuman strength. The explosion of pressure sent Amara flying backward. Luca caught her mid-fall as Cassian opened fire. Bullets tore through the chamber, but the clone didn’t fall — she absorbed them, her body healing as fast as it was breaking. “Retreat!” Cassian shouted.

And both were utterly sickened by what they saw. “I’ve seen soldiers stitched back together in regen tanks before,” said Xylo, “but nothing like this. Not even close.” “I have, sorta,” said Claire. “Or at least through evidence footage. Some sick doc was harvesting organs from clone bodies, and sold them on the black market for… you don’t wanna know. But that was also nothing like this.” “They’re all born here,” said Azrael. “Every Prophet ever was… designed and put together right here. If not in this room, then in the rooms next to this. I don’t wanna know how many there are…”

"This is a rogue pack. We run by our own rules here. The rest of our kind have all kicked us out, shunned us from their traditions so here we are." "How do I trust you? I've seen what your kind has done. All those people you've killed." His eyes harden as he stared at me. "Look, we're not the only rogue pack out here. I can tell you that we are not the savage kind. We have killed a few hunters over the past few years but not recently." "It's a lot to take in," I said and he nodded as he stood up. "I'll someone come and bring you food until I'm certain that you won't try to run or harm us," he said before he left the room.

Five. I looked up at the soldiers. They weren't wearing police badges. They were wearing the Lotus-Pharma logo on their helmets. "He’s the one," the leader said. He raised his rifle. "Kill the clone." I rolled behind the fountain as the world turned into a wall of lead. The stone shattered. Water sprayed everywhere, mixing with the red in the grass. I looked at the burning house. I looked at the sky. The helicopter was a black speck against the moon.

We crested the hill - and stopped. The outpost lay in ruins. Wooden barricades splintered, scorched tents hanging in tatters, the ground churned into mud and ash. And in the center of it all, crouched like wolves around a carcass, stood a dozen figures. Their scent hit me instantly. Moonclaw. My jaw clenched until it ached. The largest of them - broad shoulders, black hair falling wild around a scar-slashed face - straightened and turned. His golden eyes locked on me, and a grin spread slowly over his mouth.

As we were grappling with each other, I heard the sound of steps outside the tent. Lucian had noticed it before I did, so he had already changed into hUman form. So, when my Gamma walked into the tent, I was still in wolf form. Fuck. He wasn't supposed to come back this early. He was supposed to be in the Delta Valley, raping farmers' wives and drinking their famous wines. "Who's this?" Kylo looked at me and asked. "It's a rogue," Lucian said, "He came here to ask for a place to stay."

He would kill Armando with his bare hands. Hunter didn't know how he spent the next five days in the warehouse. There was only one thing on his head. No matter what, he had to get his Silvia back. And for her, he'd do any f*cking thing. After a devastating week, he was informed that Armando with his six men was on the move. He was heading somewhere. This was the first time he stepped out of his rogue pack. Hunter had heard about this rogue pack a long before. The pack of ruthless rogues who slaughtered people and stole from them. The kingdom had sent a troop to kill these rogues but they all ended up dying.

A mere surrogate runaway carrying his child! "Spread the news worldwide, spread her picture and his name, whoever had even a glimpse of her report it to me. Announce that there will be a generous amount of reward." He said this to Max the day after the surrogates runaway but until now, there's no news at all. Mew busied himself with the PI that he hired, currently they were fixing the images that they got for clearer evidence. The 3D Footage almost made the picture clear along with the picture of Hanna in the biodata that has been submitted along with the contract, even his own description was added to it.

I ribbed her, giving a nudge, my words light despite the madness. “Could be a decent gig on the side, huh?” she fired back, her face breaking into a wide smile, a spark of playfulness in her gaze. “They’re dropping like flies,” the young healer noted, her words steadier now, and I turned to watch the rogues collapsing, their corrupted carcasses hitting the dirt, lifeless, the ground slick with their dark ooze. Not a single casualty on our end—a damn wonder. I stepped up to slap Steve and his team on the back, but he held me off, his expression grave. “We’ve gotta press on. That scrap ate up too much time,” he said, his scan sweeping the trees for fresh dangers. “No breaks.”

Cain moved closer. "Contact the private army. Send a unit to Silvermoon. I want the area swept for survivors, anything left behind after the war." He paused. "And if they find rogues in the surrounding area, they don't engage in fighting. They should recruit them, offer terms and they bring them back for training." Cain's eyes widened slightly. "My lord, is.…" "Since my aunt died," Kieran said quietly, cutting him off, “We've been patient." He looked at Cain steadily. "And we've had nothing to show for it."