I Have Countless Clones Novels & Stories

His clone disappeared not being needed at this time, but wanted to let the women know he was trying his best to help. “Uhm, Blake. How many clones can you generate, and are they fully functional?” Nancy asked, looking at Blake with lust in her eyes. “Oh, well. That is to say, I can generate up to about four at this time, but with given time and training, I could replicate close to a hundred when needed; they are under my Soul’s control. As for being functional, well, they will be no different than my original except for reproducing. I can only reproduce being of the original body.” Blake explained in more detail.

Now there are 5 of me. My clones are identical in appearance but not in abilities. My abilities are divided into the number of clones I produce. The more clones the less abilities each have and the weaker they get. 5 of me should be good enough for this situation. Each clone manifests a weapon. I have lightning whips, one clone has a fire sword, one has a rifle, one has a body made of light, and one has bracelets spinning around her wrists made of water and ice.

It’s not as strong. “What the fuck is happening?” I ask in bewilderment and confused arousal. “I want to give you pleasure like you’ve never known. I want to be buried inside you every way I possibly can. If you’re not comfortable with this, I can make it go away.” “Is this you?” “In every physical and mental way, my love. Think of me like a clone,” the clone says, caressing my cheek. Wait, so not only do I have a guy who can customize his cock to suit me, he can clone himself so I can have a threesome with the one guy and remain monogamous? If I have died and this is heaven, it’s fucking awesome.

“Wait, you probably don’t remember—in this instance, the sandwich and the buffet are a metaphor for—” “I know what it’s a fucking metaphor for, Lucia . I remember. What’s your problem today?” “Good luck with this,” Lucas muttered from behind him as he backed away. “What’s my problem today?” Lucia wasn’t even pretending to smile anymore. “My problem is that I’m tired of meeting all of your perfectly nice friends who are checking my forehead for my Avon Carson expiration date. It was cute at the wedding, but it’s not fun or funny for me anymore, especially since I have a strong feeling that my expiration date is coming soon .”

The doppelgängers wake. They're not mimics. They're *upgrades*. --- **The Perfections** The Kelly clone moves first, her static a controlled storm, her eyes glowing with the Arbor Prime's green light. "You're flawed. Let us fix you." The Hunter clone phases through solid matter, his roots razor-sharp. "You'll thank us later." The Kael clone aims a rifle forged from pure entropy. "Stand still. This'll sting." Veyra and I retreat, but the garden shifts, walls of thorns cutting off escape. The Custodian watches, bored. "This is why we use clean templates. Organics are so... *messy*."

The Thunderous Tribulations created by the Emperor of Tribulation was a marvelous Supernatural Power. It managed to obliterate one of Mekaisto’s clones. Now, James was left with seven opponents. A hint of fear had risen in Mekaisto’s heart. He had cast a secret art of the Extraterrestrial Demons and summoned eight clones to fight. Each clone had the strength of his main body. However, there was a downside to the skill. With every clone destroyed, his strength would also suffer.

“But you’re still naïve, Kael. I assume you already knew about my Empyreal Ability … didn’t you?” “Replication,” Kael replied, scowling. “The ability to create clones of yourself … yes I know it very well.” Lucas smiled at that. “Then you also understand that each clone I make has their power decreased by half of my own.” “If you mean that I couldn’t easily beat your single clone … with only half of your full strength … then let me tell you this … I was also holding back,” Kael replied. “I have yet to show you my true power.”

Claire nodded with understanding. "But I came up with an idea..." I continued. Without warning, I created a clone of Claire and me. But it’s dead. It’s just for a show so everyone that knows us in this world will forget about us completely like we never existed in this world. Claire’s eyes widened, and she chuckled in amusement. "So ready?" she nodded and smiled nervously. I summoned a portal and I sigh in relief because this time I knew where it would take us. The portal will take us to Claire's world of origin.

She knocked her head into my head and kicked me in the leg, pushing me backwards. I rub my bleeding nose and stare at her as she holds her stomach, but she is still standing strong. I breathe out. I can feel myself becoming weak. I don’t clone myself because if my clones die my energy reduces and those monsters have eaten a lot of my clones and I am getting drained. Lila should be quick and find that portal. She growled, running at me again. I dodge her sword, moving back. She attacked me again with great strength. All I could do was dodge her attacks, as I was already out of strength, which shows that plenty of my clones are dying. “Come on, niece, fight me,” she growled, pushing me off the

Julian’s voice dropped. “You kept it running.” Crane nodded. “I built it bigger.” Julian’s eyes narrowed. “How many?” “Fourteen stabilized,” Crane said. “Three viable. And one—your boy—exceeded all projections.” He leaned forward. “This is bigger than you and me. It always was.” Julian stood. But didn’t leave. “You called it a replacement.” Crane nodded. “I meant it.” Julian stepped closer to the camera. “You cloned me, tortured him, tried to erase me, and now you want to sit down and talk like we’re business partners?”