I Have Countless Clones Novels & Stories

I said, though my vision swam with exhaustion. “Liar.” A faint smile touched my lips. “You always know.” She tried to smile back but couldn’t. “You think she’ll come for us?” I looked out through the broken window — the horizon still glowing faintly orange. “No. She won’t need to. She’s already winning.” “What do you mean?” “The clones,” I said quietly. “They’re not soldiers — they’re seeds. She’ll scatter them across the world. Each one designed to infiltrate, adapt, and replicate. She’s not building an army. She’s building a new species.”

AVA I stood beside Derek and our team, my heart pounding in my chest as we crept through the shadows of the Golden Claw Palace. The night air was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of our mission bearing down on us. We had stolen codes and inside information that would help us slip through the back gate undetected, but I knew that didn't guarantee our safety. As we moved closer to the palace, I felt a strange sensation building inside me. It was as if my bond with Cane was growing stronger, like an invisible thread connecting us across the distance.

He didn't give an order to her except to stay in the MDA building. "Hmmm," Klauss hummed as scanned the files until his eyes widened when he found ten corpses that looked exactly like his Boss. It was summed up to ten pages with ten pictures of Mort's corpse clone. And on the very last page, Klauss' body turns frozen on his seat when he found a clone of himself. "This is madness," Klauss whispered under his breath. Just like Mort, there are too many pictures of his corpse, it's safer to say that those are his clones.

Scapegoat said as she snapped her fingers. She then began to generate duplicates of herself that began to surround the mountain landscape that we were standing on . Eventually, we found ourselves surrounded by sixteen scapegoats. All with the intention of fighting us! Worst question ever! Adrian said. As if this didnt seem like a multi-million franchise about aliens fighting for a evil emporer wearing a hooded cloak ! Now, we have to deal with clones! " Um guys! " Adrian said. " I think we're out numbered! "

Zara whispered, “Someone like me.” Milli stirred beside her, eyes wide. “They were grooming me,” she rasped. “If I hadn’t been frozen, I’d be standing in your place now.” “But you’re not,” Zara said. “And you’re free now.” Milli blinked slowly. “What if I still feel… controlled?” Zara gently touched her cheek. “Then we rewrite the programming. Together.” The next morning, Alec broke the encryption. Inside the hidden server was a list of active clones scattered across the world—posing as CEOs, politicians, heirs. Their names had been scrubbed from all public records. But one stood out.

Soon he found it, and his inner energy rallied behind him to bring it to life. "Glow: Multiple Me" Something astonishing happened right after. Aegeus, who was formerly just one person, suddenly started to divide. Hands and feet sprouted from his body as other 'Aegeuses' forced their way out of him. ""What is that?" one of the intruders was stunned by the development. The others weren't better off. Their eyes widened as several more bodies escaped from Aegeus, each of them looking exactly like him! "That's...a cloning technique!"

It was unlike regular presentations Sia had seen on the only computer owned by Wrick on the island. She could see the holograms of models in front of her. They were so realistic. She could even touch and feel the models. Mr. Ben planned to use clones for developing an army of soldiers armed with weapons so advanced that would make them invincible. She wondered why he needed my help? He seemed to have everything sorted. Jurek answered my unspoken question, “The use of clones for any other purpose other than the transfer of conscience is prohibited by even immortals.” That was a surprising bit of news. Sia didn’t know that even the immortals had to follow the rules. It was relieving to know th

“This wasn’t supposed to happen. They weren’t supposed to know about her.” Her? I looked up at him sharply. “What do you mean her? You knew?” Jace didn’t answer fast enough. “What do you mean, Jace?” I pressed, my voice rising. “Is there someone out there who looks like me? Who is that?” He finally spoke, low and guilt-ridden. “She’s a clone.” Silence.

Perhaps, the clones could not be considered as humans. They were imperfect genetic duplications that had no memories or feelings. Since they had been created, they were implanted with a microchip and only knew how to execute orders. "Watch out, Madam!" Scarlett protected Larissa without hesitation. The clone sent her flying, and she coughed up blood. "Madam!" Max was anxious, but he was too far away. The clones continued to surge in endlessly. "Larissa!" Caspian and the others were worried sick. Twilight laughed hysterically.

He asked. “Not nothing. To help you gain control over your own memories. Every clone we’ve made has had the same issue. Getting a rush of memories and losing their minds.” She said. “How many clones have you made? What exactly are you making clones for?” Clone Aeron inquired. “That’s none of your concern. Just know that you’ve been a success so far and with your help, we’ll be able to correct obsidian just like we’ve corrected so many packs before them.” She said with a smile.