Homeless Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

), and Jack stood on the empty pier watching the convoy disappear into the Jersey morning. "Sir." Marcus Two approached, one of the few clones who'd stayed behind with the core team. "What happens to my brothers now?" Jack looked at the young werewolf—biologically young, at least, though he'd only been conscious for a few days. The fear in his eyes was real. The hope was realer. "Now we make them a home." "We don't have a home." "No." Jack turned toward Manhattan, toward the skyline where Sterling Tower should have been visible but wasn't. "But I know where we can get one."

"Citizens Doug Douglas? My name is Herod. President Rackoon sends his apologies for not being here in person, but wonders if you would join him for dinner. Yes? Excellent... The President who be most pleased. "Now, if you will be so kind as to follow, I will escort you to your quarters". The robot led, the humans followed, and the autocart brought up the rear. Eyes watched, and plans were modified. Like the complex organism that it was, the onboard subculture had a nearly infinite capacity to adapt. New players had arrived. The game continued. * * * In spite of the fact that the Clone Hegemony had managed to corral prime real estate located only steps from the senatorial chambers, the interi

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.

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?

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

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

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

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