Homeless Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

“Release my son, Patroclus Mooncrate. Since you can write, I will only break your left arm and spare your right arm. Follow me in the future, and I will teach you how to write.” “Uh—” Alex said, “I’m afraid I’m powerless about that! In fact, Patroclus and I aren’t enemies! We are friends! When Patroclus heard that the Undying Clan would invade the border again soon, he took the lead and requested to defend the border. He has already departed by now, and I have no way to go after him.” Mooncrate’s expression changed. “He went to defend against the Undying Clan? Where is he? Take me there!”

He walked to the window, peering through the slat of the blinds. "There are three of them. Tactical gear, signature-suppressed weapons. They aren't local law enforcement. They’re cleaners." ​I looked around the apartment, desperate for a weapon. I felt like a stranger in my own life. Everything I thought I knew about Julian was a fabrication, a layer of paint applied to hide the machine underneath. But he was still the man who had held me while I cried, the man who had mapped out my survival with his own blood. ​"Clara," he said, turning back to me. "I need you to listen.

I tell her, “run, take them far, never use the Hollow name.” She grips my hand. “You will come back, the King said so.” The King. My son. He hasn’t even been born. The transport is a helicopter, human, black, no markings. We fly low, fast. The witch grounds are ash and bone. The clone waits in the center, wearing Gerald’s face, wearing my father’s smile. He’s got hostages. Six ferals, chained, the eyeless one among them. “Wren,” the clone calls. “Come to trade, one King for six pawns.”

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.

"No. He saved me. Jo, too. She was there; she saved me and our baby." Sandro sighed as Johanna gave him ice. "Thank you." He looked up at her. "For what?" Johanna asked. "For everything." He carefully pressed the ice on the spot where she had punched him. "Okay." She sat on the sofa and crossed her arms. He sighed and smiled. "This is true?" he asked. "What?" Keira giggled. "Love, we planned this." "But the one in the grave? It looked just like you." "That's a clone. It will rot sooner or later. The skin felt exactly like human skin. It was part of research—the first lifeless clone they made. We use them as decoys for escapes. It even has my DNA."

"A Thorne never accepts the first bid. And a Scavenger never pays for what he can take by force." "You have no force, Leo," the Collector hissed, the black lightning on his cane intensifying. "You have a warehouse full of starving refugees and a wife who is half-static. You are a liquidated stock." "I have the System-Key," Leo countered. The Collector froze. The red lights of the debt-collector droids flickered.

"Touch it." I press my palm against the smooth surface. A quiet click. The wall slides open. The space beyond is nothing like the library. It's a vast bedroom, dim and perfectly arranged almost like something from another planet. His shaking worsens. His hand twitches toward a table near the bed. Meds. I don't waste a second. I grab them and rush back, slipping one under his tongue, praying it's not too late. An image of me in handcuffs, shoved behind cold steel bars, flashes through my mind. A sinking dread grips my chest, this is it. The end of everything. Keisha will have no one left.

The system however will never be able to escape this heartless Host command as it began his duty. Attempting Opening Status quo... Loading... Inializing... Downloading... 10..35...50...99.. Successful D******d.... Successful Operation.... Name: Clone Henn Age: 23 years old Relationship to the Host: Stranger System: No system Ability: Glittering Dust Identity: Ordinary HD10 Special Circumstances: Close to Elimination Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Deteriorate Heroes’ [He follows his Young master commands every time, he would kill himself if that was also his Young master command]

Maru commanded the soul clone and his words were heeded by the lowly construct. He was of course not a fool to just charge directly ahead into the black hole using his true body since he did not know the dangers that awaited him beyond this dark creation. Our protagonist was much too smart to make this mistake. And so with a clone leading the quest, it would post little to no danger to him at all. “SLURP!” Maru’s clone was eaten into the black hole in full. After that, all he needed to do was wait. * * * In an alien world, a thunderous flash of lightning storm descended in one spot of the land.

The system however will never be able to escape this heartless Host command as it began his duty. Attempting Opening Status quo... Loading... Inializing... Downloading... 10..35...50...99.. Successful D******d.... Successful Operation.... Name: Clone Henn Age: 23 years old Relationship to the Host: Stranger System: No system Ability: Glittering Dust Identity: Ordinary HD10 Special Circumstances: Close to Elimination Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Deteriorate Heroes’ [He follows his Young master commands every time, he would kill himself if that was also his Young master command]