I Have Countless Clones Novels & Stories

Cassian's pov I take the burban drink I was holding to my lips my mind plaqued with millions of thoughts. I don't want to change my face, but the nasty cut that runs through it makes me look like a monster, not that I am not and I'm a wanted fugitive. In my mind, this is not how things were supposed to work out, now that Maya's pregnant, my mum is alive. There's more reason to go through with this. “Ugh,” I groan massaging my temples.

The more I lose my flesh to these clones, the weaker I'll become, preparing me as an easy kill for the real Callum. The clones I killed kept coming back to life giving rise to a continuous circle of killing and reappearing. Quickly, I shift my priority to keeping them away from my jugular vein. Callum and Azzarus didn't bother to provide them with any weapon, so they only have their fangs and nails to torture me with. I'm certain they will try to go for my neck anytime soon because it will be the quickest and easiest way to kill me. I can't let that happen. Before I could manage to push the multitude on my back away, two of the clones bit into my leg at the same time, ripping into my muscle,

“To replace them. What if they’re not building a Noa army? What if they’re rebooting the one they couldn’t control?” Noa’s jaw tightened. “Then we kill him.” Everyone went silent. Even Ivy paused her typing. “Are you sure about that?” Alessio asked, voice quiet. “I’m not,” Noa admitted. “But if they finish whatever they’re doing out there… there won’t just be one of him. There’ll be hundreds.” “Thousands,” Ivy corrected grimly. “Once the sequence is live, it spreads like a neural virus. Any of the previous clones or worse, you could be overwritten.”

Everything. "There has to be another way," Katherine said. She had moved up beside me, her weapon still ready, her eyes never leaving the invisible presence. "You're a debt collector, right? You take payment. What if we offered alternative payment?" "What alternative could you possibly—" "The clones." Valerius's voice was rough, but steady. "Thousands of them. Each one carrying Sterling-enhanced genetics. Each one a potential vessel." "No." I turned to face him. "Absolutely not. We're not trading lives—"

"Where's your daughter now?" "I don't know. Iris took her three days ago. Said she'd return her after the project was complete. But I haven't heard anything. I'm scared she's—" Dr. Chen broke down sobbing. Chaewon looked at Jian. His expression was grim. "We're not just fighting one clone," he said. "We're fighting an army." BEACH HOUSE – 4:32 PM Han had Dr. Chen's data. It was worse than they thought. "She's not exaggerating. Twelve combat-ready clones. Each with specific enhancements. Each designed to counter one of you."

“Inheritance. Wealth. Immortality. A line of elite women who never die, only replicate.” “So we’re property,” Olivia said. “No,” the clone whispered. “We’re legacy.” A long silence stretched. Then the clone said, “There’s one more thing the files didn’t tell you.” Olivia’s throat tightened. “Speak.” The clone leaned forward, eyes bright as polished steel. “You and I are not the only two.” Olivia froze. A cold slice of dread opened in her chest. “How many?” she asked. The clone smiled gently, like giving a gift.

The day of my wedding, my girlfriend, Sherry Jennings, asked me to wait another three weeks for her. It seemed that she had used half her cells to clone her first love so that the dead man would have no regrets in life. The clone only had three weeks to live. During the first week, she beat her fear of heights to go on a Ferris wheel with him, holding him close at the top. During the second week, she used up all her savings to take him to see the aurora and immortalize their love. In the last week, their story touched people around the world, and with countless reporters watching, they kissed until the clone’s heart stopped beating. After that, she came back happily and told me tha

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! "

“I… I am me! I am not you!” A twisted reflection of herself emerged from the darkness, grinning with hollow eyes, a cruel imitation of her own expression. The Hollow Blade hovered alongside it, steel gleaming with a light neither sun nor moon could produce. “I was born with you,” it whispered. “You cannot destroy me. We will always be together.” Panic clawed at her, yet beneath it surged a thrill of the possibility of absolute power, Every instinct screamed both resistance and surrender. Suddenly, a warm presence enveloped her

It was quite a technique that separated two distinct memories from the host, transfer them to the wielder, and mold a clone through it. With greater power, though, came a greater risk. For one, the clone could end up having a mind and will of its own, lining to the delusion that she was a real wielder and not merely a clone. That’s why when the clone and the real one were to see each other, they would likely end up sparring. This caused much chaos in the past. As Luis was still young when she ruled Berthorpe Empire, he’s been careless, going so far as to use most of his wielders as a subject for an experiment. They were happy about it in the beginning, especially when they were acquainted wi