Kamino Clone Novels & Stories

But at the center stood a throne made from melted relics — a mockery of what faith had built. And upon it sat her. The clone. The same face. The same posture. Only her eyes — white, glowing faintly — gave her away. Amara stopped ten meters away, flanked by Luca and Dante. The soldiers held their fire. The clone tilted her head. “You came.” Amara’s voice was steady. “You wear my face. Speak carefully.” The clone smiled faintly. “I am you. The perfected version. The one who doesn’t hesitate to save this world from itself.”

"No. He saved me. Jo, too. She was there; she saved me and our baby." Sandro sighed as Johanna gave him ice. "Thank you." He looked up at her. "For what?" Johanna asked. "For everything." He carefully pressed the ice on the spot where she had punched him. "Okay." She sat on the sofa and crossed her arms. He sighed and smiled. "This is true?" he asked. "What?" Keira giggled. "Love, we planned this." "But the one in the grave? It looked just like you." "That's a clone. It will rot sooner or later. The skin felt exactly like human skin. It was part of research—the first lifeless clone they made. We use them as decoys for escapes. It even has my DNA."

All in all, the clone could tell that this wasn't a hastily constructed village but one that had been in the works for months, at least. The clone made no action in following the guards as they returned to the village. While it was a clone of Kirou, possessing access to all of his skills and weapons, it was also currently under the same weapon restriction as its master, being able to only use just one weapon type. Wires weren't something that could be used to start a fight with this village. Besides that, the clone was also aware that it was only there to scout information, so it quickly circled the village a few times, making note of any off points before backing off. After it returned to t

​I whispered, "Lucas? You... you’re alive? But who was that cyborg beneath the pond?" ​Lucas sighed. His eyes were weary. "That was my first clone. I’ve been hiding beneath this tunnel for the past five years. What Arthur Moreno sees is just the tip of the iceberg. Beneath this forest is a massive factory where one Lucas is manufactured every minute." ​"But why?" I asked. ​"Because the embryo that was in your womb isn't actually a Genesis Protocol. It is the master control unit for these clones. When you jumped into the pond, you unknowingly activated that unit.

Torches flickered somewhere ahead, cold, pale flames like the one in the lab ruins. Not natural Not fire Electric Ronan’s heart hammered faster The Hunters had been here recently. Or the clone had learned how to mimic them. He rounded a sharp bend And froze The tunnel opened into a narrow chamber carved from ancient stone. Vines crawled across the walls like vines. Pools of murky water dotted the ground. And in the centre stood the clone. Not fully human Not fully anything Her silhouette flickered, like a glitch in the air. Her hair hung in tangled ropes. One eye glowed faintly, not gold like Ronan’s, not green like Kiera’s White. Dead white.

“What is THAT?!” Kass smiled proudly. “Your replacement.” Elias tightened his grip on Lena. “She’s not a thing to replace!” Kass shrugged. “Oh, but she is. And unlike Lena—she obeys.” The clone tilted its head, blinking. Then its gaze locked onto Lena. Lena felt her chest tighten painfully. “…Why does it look like me?” Kass stepped closer to her creation. “Because you are the blueprint. The original genome. But she is the perfected version.”

Above the sketch, written in Damon's unmistakable handwriting, were the words: Subject Prime - Autologous Replication. "He tried to clone himself," Fennigan explained, his voice hollow and numb as he read Damon's manic notes. "He wanted to create a superior, purely Alpha vessel that he could transfer his own consciousness into once he finally unlocked the elemental magic. But the biology rejected the silver compound. The clone's genetics mutated. It caused massive, rampant gigantism in the internal organs before the body eventually shut down." Fennigan looked up from the ledger, staring in absolute disgust at the massive, beating muscle suspended in the jar.

The shrine grove was a battlefield under the moonlit sky, gunfire punctuating the night like thunder. Amara's heart stopped as the woman emerged from the shadows—Nkechi, or what looked like her, her face lined with years but her eyes the same warm brown Amara remembered from childhood dreams. The virus upload bar crept to 60%, the console humming with energy, but Ngozi—the clone—froze, her gun wavering between Amara and the newcomer.

"You've returned... to join us?" Gale shifted, Kane lunging, but the figure dodged, countering with a burst of silver-dark energy that sent him sprawling. Autumn's heart hammered—this wasn't just an imposter; the legacy sensed a blood tie. A clone, grown from Elias's captured essence during his imprisonment by the Order, infused with the Shadowed One's will. "Why?" Autumn demanded, channeling the amulet, a beam of starlight slamming into the clone's armor, cracking it. Rebels rallied, guardians clashing with rogues, but the army pressed, their numbers endless.