Homeless Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

Traps await everywhere, what is clear they must remain vigilant. The car that was left in the old building was completely empty, all the money and weapons had been put into another car that was brought by the bodyguards. So that Adam can come home with a calm and comfortable heart. Sacrificing one car is not a problem, the mansion still has dozens of luxury car collections.

Alex explained to them how the Blood-moon pack welcomes rogues. From now on, rogues will also be welcome to join the Black-moon pack. Their reason to be a rogue shall be investigated and taken into consideration. Those who truly are criminals further won’t be welcome. But ones who lost their packs due to attacks or similar situations, or perhaps even born as rogues, they will be taken in and trained to be a part of the new pack. As long as they pledge their loyalty and stick to the rules set for all.

“Whatever problem you’ve got, it won’t matter if you’re dead.” That was sound advice, but I couldn’t follow it. We finished the sweep just before dawn. Five Lurkers total, one Mimic, and something the deployment officer called a Shade Walker that had tried to drag Marcus into the shadows before I killed it. One hundred fifty credits split between eight Hunters. Barely enough to cover a week’s rent and food. I walked back to my apartment as the underground city’s artificial lights began their slow brightening to simulate morning. Hunters stumbled past me, heading to their own deployments or returning from overnight shifts. Everyone looked exhausted. Everyone looked like they were one bad depl

“You’re all shadows. The Council cut the mold in the same place, over and over, until even they couldn’t tell you apart. But I can.” The clones behind him shifted, and my skin prickled at the sight. Their movements were strange; too smooth, too in sync, like they were one mind in many bodies. Some wore my face. Others wore Echo’s. A few looked… wrong, their features blurred like they were half-finished or melting. I stepped forward, my boots crunching on scattered debris. “Let them go.” “They’re not prisoners,” he said. “They’re mine.” The ground rumbled under our feet, sending dust trickling from the collapsed southern wall. A deeper boom followed, and smoke clawed its way into the air. Som

The Moon Shadow Pack was here, and they were ready for war. Ethan turned his tail to flee from the room, his heart pounding, shouting orders to the pack, "Everyone, to your positions! They're here!" In other words, scrambling warriors surged to their feet in the mansion. Grayson appeared at his side; his face was grim but determined. "We need to hold them off until reinforcements can get here. Can we do it?" Ethan's jaw clenched. "We don't have a choice." The two of them pounded downstairs to find Liam and a party of warriors already gathering, preparing for the fight that lay ahead. Liam's eyes met Ethan's, and for just one fleeting moment, the tension that had been building between them wa

I said to myself that if I ever had the opportunity to leave the Whites, I’d work on my own and be satisfied that what I earn is mine. But now… now this offer is tempting, especially because I have nowhere to go and no family to return to. I’m homeless. Hunter destroyed everything. Every. Damn. Thing. A shatter draws me back to the present. And I find Zavere cursing beneath his breath as he crouches down. “Are you also shaken so much you spill your whiskey?” I tease, earning a smile from the man. I don’t know how I’m still staring though. Normally I wouldn’t enjoy watching someone pick broken glasses because… what is the fun there?

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.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

I needed someone to give me something to eat, just anything to keep this hunger away. I guess the fear of starving to death is more dreadful. As soon as the car gets closer to where I was standing, it zooms past me in a twinkle of an eye while my heart broke a little. I looked on both sides of the streets to see that it was completely quiet, just a handful of homeless people like me sleeping in different locations across the street. I decided to call it a night if I don't die of hunger tonight, then maybe tomorrow will come with a little bit of sunshine.

asked Lilith. “King Light is the bad guy who destroyed the ‘Homeland’. He blew up the land by cutting tiny balls in half...” Johan was perspiring now, trying to find the best way to tell his story. ”How about translating the stanzas one line at a time?” Matt suggested. Johan took a deep breath with his eyes closed, then he started to speak. ‘The land is thirsty, they are sucking up the bones from the bowels of the earth until the life is sipped dry