Homeless Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

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.”

POV: GIDEON I sat in the chair, listening to her voice sounding through the quiet room like a blade. She didn't cry. She didn't hang her head or beg for my pity. She sat there wrapped in a rough wool blanket, throwing the brutal truth straight into my face. Inside my chest, my stomach twisted into a hard knot. When Marcus brought me the surrogacy agreement, he had painted a completely different picture. He told me the girl was a greedy Border stray who jumped at the chance to sell herself for Alpha gold. Marcus said she was eager to leech off our pack’s wealth.

Her palms are clammy as the echoes of the inmates swirl in her head. They’re now heading into the deeper part of the alley. Even though it’s morning, there’s hardly any sunlight in that area. Small tents made of cardboard and paper have been set up along the alley. There’s movement in the shadows and she can make out the figures of several people within the tents. No doubt that they must be homeless people who don’t have anywhere to go. Many of them are huddled together for warmth while others are busy scavenging for food. No one’s looking their way, not even bothering with the strangers who have entered their turf. Scarlett is a little nervous but Ryder is blending in perfectly which awes h

"Are you a criminal now?. "Let me explain this to you, the guy who is on the news is not me, he is my clone. He looks exactly like me and he can do everything i can do but he is a ghost, he is also the same fool who was attacking me at the farm house, i don't know if you believe me or not" i explained and they were all quite listening to what i was saying. "So you have been hiding all this to us this entire time?, you really thought that was damn cool?" Dad asked and he smelled anger.

I hesitated on what to say next, then Michael steps in “Our fellow pack. We have returned because we got the news that our father was kidnapped and some of our brave warriors were murdered. Then some of our little pups were taken captive, but one thing we can assure you, we are here to bring them back home. For our brave soldiers, may they rest in peace. We will keep their name high. A statue will be put up with their name engraved.” Michael steps back and gives me the gesture to go on. I nod and continue with pride.

That finally made him glance at me again. “I know politics,” I continued quickly before he could interrupt. “I know territory management. Trade agreements. Resource allocation. I rebuilt Silver Claw farmland after the floods almost entirely by myself because—” “Get to the point.” The sharpness in his voice sliced clean through mine. I swallowed my irritation. “I want to be your Luna.” His expression didn’t change. Not even slightly. “That has to be the worst proposal I’ve heard all year.” The words sliced straight through me. I took a shaky breath. But when your life depended on something, you didn’t let little snarky comments get to you.

I grab one soldier's foot with the whip and throw them across the air into nearby soldiers. The clone with the water and ice bracelets freezes the soldiers feet in place while putting a bubble of water around their faces. They start to drown. We don’t kill them but wait for them to become unconscious before releasing the water bubble. The clone with the body of light touches the guns and they melt instantly. Normally I would have her walk through the soldiers melting their insides and killing them instantly, but I am not trying to start a war over a locket. 37 seconds left. I look around and find the captain. He is unshaken, with absolutely no fear on his face even though his soldiers are fa

Its location was surrounded by sheer cliffs and dense foliage on all sides, almost like a natural fortress that was nearly impossible to penetrate. Marcus slipped inside, blending into the darkness. The sound of his footsteps was muffled by the soft, damp earth. He found Ronan waiting for him. With little time to spare, Marcus approached Ronan, ignoring the bleak state of the camp. The situation was truly bleak; not even a single campfire had been lit to keep them warm. This was to avoid taking any risks that might reveal their position to the Frostholm Pack. As a result, they treated their wounds with the biting cold that pierced through them.

"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.