Kamino Clone Novels & Stories

“She was from one of the oldest and most elite jōnin families in the north.” “Correct me if I’m wrong,” Temujin said, “but Slayers on the level of Tamerlane and Himiko should be quite proficient in making clones of themselves, to the point of creating mirror copies.” “With the same consciousness and soul as the originals,” Aki jumped in, able to follow Temujin’s train of thought. “Yes,” Temujin said. “Wouldn’t that be enough regenerative potential? Why didn’t they just focus on mastering Kagamijutsu instead of chasing the pipe dream of immortality?”

The clone moved like a shadow, fluid, silent, precise. Olivia reached the corridor outside the R&D vault. The clone stood at the door, trying to override the lock. It turned when it sensed her. Olivia froze. This one was different. Same build. Same face. But older. Calmer. Eyes soft. Expression almost human. “Version 6.0,” Olivia whispered. The clone blinked. “You shouldn’t be here,” it said. “You’re the unfinished prototype.” “Yes.” “What do you want?” The clone stepped forward slowly. “To end the cycle. To end the war. To end the versions.”

It's clear in her eyes. "Don't blame yourself, I saw it coming. He won't stop, Vin" " I am here, I won't let him" I press a lingering kiss on her forehead and she closes her eyes, gently falling in my arms. God! I love her. Her shirt is torn leaving her in a white sports bra. I look at the men in the room who are strangely staring at us and frown. "You work in one of my clubs, right?" I ask the guy with the dark hair and he deeply frowns. Of course, he wouldn't recognize me. Devil and Vincenzo are two different people. That's why I always have my mask on when handling the underworld business.

He groaned but nodded nonetheless, "Yet." " So, why did you call me here? To drink and reminisce. Are you into all that now?" Asher unlocked his phone and passed it over to Christopher, who stared at it like it was infected. "Afgon Textile Company," Christopher arched a brow at the name that sounded awfully familiar, and picked up the phone, "it had affiliations with your company..." "Which of them?" "The Larkin's," Asher said with an eyeroll. "It however went bankrupt 14 years ago after a business deal. Do you have any idea why?"

produced within their carefully sealed biospheres, and last but not least the protein raised in marine tanks. It was then, while the clone was speculating on what sort of organisms might dwell within the Ama-Du tank, that a technician appeared and greeted the politician by name. "Senator Ishimoto-Six! How's it going?" "Fine", the clone answered easily. "Just fine. When was your last break?" The technician was a small man when shallow skin and the eyes of a ferret. He consulted a rather ostentatious wrist chron. "Well, I'll be! Time flies when you're having fun!"

The problem was getting to deliver this strike without the interference of the clone. “But how did it get so fast? And it seems to have gotten stronger.” Mane wondered. He used spirit scan on the clone to see if there were any changes he had missed. NAME: Ray Duplicate AGE: Temporary Creation. Will disappear upon exhausting its life HEALTH POINTS: 2000/2600 DESCRIPTION: A clone made by the Brute King Ray. It possesses 50 percent of the original’s power level. Cannot use breaths.

USER sends 1000 diamonds to the streamer. USER sends 1000 diamonds to the streamer. USER sends 1000 diamonds to the streamer. USER sends 1000 diamonds to the streamer. It keeps on flooding their conversation, and Sam doesn't have any choice this time. The man rips his thin clothes as he is witnessing a perfectly fitted muscular body. His jaws nearly drop, seeing those on the screen of his laptop. [Why are you stunned? Do you like this body of mine?] it types his message as Sam, on the other hand, pulls himself together.

“Don’t shoot. If he’s coded to me, your weapon could trigger his defense sequence.” The clone stopped midway. He looked at Damon with something almost curious. Then he lifted his hand in a slow mirror of Damon’s earlier movement. Damon whispered, “He’s copying me.” Aleksander tensed. “If he copies your fighting style we won’t survive a direct confrontation.” The clone opened his mouth for the first time. His voice came out as a flat, cold version of Damon’s own. “Primary target identified.” My chest tightened. Damon didn’t move. “Secondary target detected,” the clone continued.

"We've got company! PMC reinforcements inbound!" Nolan moved to the console. "I can purge the data." I hesitated. Jeff grabbed my arm. "Demi, we have to go!" The clone in the tank opened her eyes. And smiled. The clone’s tank shattered before any of us could react. Fluid and glass exploded outward as she moved with unnatural speed—too fast, too precise, her luminous veins pulsing under pale skin. She grabbed the wounded scientist by the throat and snapped his neck with a wet crack.

I shot back, taking a step straight into his space until only a few inches of cold air remained between us. I pointed a finger flat against his chest plate. My silver-ringed eyes burned with raw, untamed fire, and dark tears of exhaustion stung the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. The silver mark on my collarbone pulsed hot under my silk shirt, answering the tension rolling off him. “He built those cloning tanks in the Sump,” I rasped, my voice shaking with five hundred years of stolen history that still sat heavy in my chest. “He preserved thirty bodies with my face. He told me I am a test-tube clone made from your dead lover’s marrow.”