Kamino Clone Novels & Stories

"You seemed pretty jealous of Leon huh?" "What?" "You're trying to make me hate him, aren't you Adam?" I raised my eyebrows. "I mean.. he won't come here. He will never come, Ivory. You're the opposite of Celine, he hates that type. He likes independent woman and woman who can take care of herself." Adam said as he got up.

Caught off guard, James raised his head and answered, “I’m not sure, but I assumed it is since I could see Mr. Yegor’s rank.” Emperor Yarden pointed at Yegor and said, “He’s indeed at the Yitro Daeclon Rank. After all, he cultivated Tirta Power. But what about you? Do you have at least eight physical clones at the Third Xaeclon Rank?” Upon hearing Emperor Yarden's question, James hesitated briefly. Then, he quickly manifested sixteen physical clones. Each clone, however, displayed a cultivation rank that was noticeably low and was far from impressive.

The power surged back to life for a second, enough to flash the mansion’s central monitors. Lines of code filled the screens, green, gold, and crimson. My name repeated over and over. LENA_C.001 — ACCESS LENA_C.002 — RUNNING LENA_C.003 — ACTIVE Kai’s voice was barely a whisper. “There’s more than one.” “No…” My chest tightened. “She cloned herself”. Zane slammed his fist against the console. “We can’t shut her down from here anymore. She’s decentralized, running through the auxiliary servers.”

“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.

"Well, it's good to know that you were obedient to our instructions, but did you really have to sell your shares to Seymour? I expected Christopher," "My long-time friend," Liam butted in and Christopher gave him a hard and cold glare. "Anyway, for being a good boy, we have prepared gift prices for you and you just have to choose one- "she pointed to the babies,"- one of them is your daughter, the other is a fake. You have to choose one to take home to your lover, the other will be shot dead the second you make your choice" "What is this sick game, Charlotte?" "You have only 15 seconds to choose, after that, both children will be shot dead if you don't make a choice."

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.

"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.