Homeless Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

Through brush, through branches, through a fence that wasn’t on the map. The Jeep landed hard on the other side. Lina cried out. Liana clung to her. “Everyone okay?” Alex barked. “Yes.” “Yes.” “Keep going.” I didn’t look back. I knew what was behind us. Not mercenaries. Not soldiers. Clones. Copies. Versions of me perfected for violence. The program hadn’t ended. It had evolved. And now it wanted its original back. We didn’t stop until we reached the facility Torres promised. Concrete buried in earth, rusted doors, no lights.

"Company is coming. THE FIRST WAVE The drilling stopped. Silence returned to the tunnel. Then, a metallic CLANG. A grappling hook shot out of the darkness above, latching onto the stone railing of the ramp. Then another. And another. Ropes dropped. "Here we go," Kai whispered. Figures began to slide down the ropes. They weren't Valravn. They were tactical assault troops. Heavy body armor, night-vision goggles, gas masks. Mercenaries. "Wait for it," Kai murmured. The first trooper hit the ramp. He unclipped from the rope and raised his rifle. He took a step forward. He crossed the invisible line of the first kinetic repulsor. WHOOSH. A pulse of blue force slammed into him. It threw him backwa

"Isn't it obvious? I don't want anyone to know. Besides, are you telling me that you go about telling people about your patients?" "No, no! I don't." He shook his head while waving hard. "I just got curious. Actually, I never heard that you were confined to a wheelchair." At the mention of this, I realized that my mistake. I had a clone. And he was currently passing off as me. All was well in Blood Crest Pack, just as he made my subjects believe. As a result, it was strange that I showed up here in a wheelchair. I had also mentioned before that I had been crippled for five years.

“She’s been cloning more than me.” A soft hiss drew their attention. The door behind them slid open, and the clone stepped in. His shirt was torn, bloodless despite the fight. His face was calm again. “You can’t run from perfection,” he said. Liam stepped forward, shielding Ava behind him. “You’re not perfect. You’re empty.” The clone tilted his head. “And you’re obsolete.” He moved first too fast. Liam barely blocked the first hit, but the second landed across his jaw. The fight was brutal, silent except for the sound of fists meeting flesh and the hum of the pods vibrating from the impact.

Whatever was going through her mind was cold and cruel. "Real soon," Connor added as he walked out of the house and joined his sister. I gave them one last wave and they walked away from our house to do what needed to be done while I turned my attention back to Luca and the new guy who was in our living room now. "Who were they?" Luca asked monotonously. "Just friends," I shrugged. "They were rogues. They shouldn't have been in the territory," Luca growled. He may have been my sister's Third in Command but that didn't give him the right to go all wolf on my ass. Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself.

Find Father Thomas there. ​"And you?" ​"I’m going to blow up this tunnel. It’s the only way to stop them." ​I hugged Lucas. But his body felt strangely cold. When I placed my ear to his chest, I found no heartbeat. Only the ticking sound of a clock. ​I backed away. "You... are you a clone too?" ​Lucas gave a tragic smile. "I am Prototype 16. I am the only clone into whom some of Lucas’s memories were uploaded. Sophia, perhaps the real Lucas never even existed. He was just a figment of your father's imagination."

They were reliable in protecting Shadow. “You crossed the border, and you are now in my territory. I could end your lives in five seconds. I suggest you talk and tell me your purpose.” One man, older, ordered the teenage boy to kneel. “I’m Marcus from Moon Side Pack. This is my son Adrian. My mate, Clara, and my cub, she’s eight months old, Ruby. We’re seeking refuge, please?” He went on his knees. “How do I know this is not a trap?”

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

It was her turn to ask now, “They say you were a rogue and I could see their expressions turning sour whenever they hear it. Tell me, Can you explain it to me? Is still don't understand your world. Is it that bad to be a rogue?” “Then you're still not ready for this world,” I answered. “Being a rogue is equivalent to being a homeless criminal in your world. We do not have our pack because we were abandoned, cast off, and exiled from our past pack. We have to always hunt for food, and always starve some of us die out of starvation, especially in drought times. No one is our friend, everyone is our enemy. Humans hunt us to sell us to the black market, while our kind hunts us because they see

Adrian said, stepping forward. “You don’t understand,” the clone replied, tone almost sympathetic. “I am not your enemy. I am what you were meant to become.” Adrian’s finger hovered over the trigger. “Then you’ll die proving you’re not.” He fired. The bullet struck the clone square in the chest — but instead of falling, the replica staggered, then steadied himself. Beneath his suit, glowing threads pulsed like veins of light, repairing the damage. Lena’s breath hitched. “They’ve integrated nanotech.”