Kamino Clone Novels & Stories

He says, smiling as big as he can and leaning back in his chair. "I would like to introduce you to Ivy. My mate and your future, Luna." I tell him with a bite at the end. I know how he is. He is my best friend, after all. But, unfortunately, he likes the ladies a little too much, so I need him to know she is mine. I hate it for him when he finds his mate. "Well, I was not expecting that. Nice to meet you. I am Nathan. Gamma to the amazing Alex and his best friend." He tells her, sticking his hand out to shake hers and still smiling like a kid who got candy.

Kayla swallowed painfully at the tone he used to talk to her and the murderous look he gave her. "You're talking as if you are a better individual when you're nothing but a goal digger. There's more to life than trying to associate yourself with someone like me. There's more to life than fake ass, fake boobs, ridiculous makeup and kinky sex. I honestly don't know what I saw in you but I'm glad I was sensible enough to let you go."

Why all this duplicity? Abbey returned her attention to the fake Nick, still fawning over her hand. She became aware that Tarken was hovering very closely by, but she doubted it had anything to do with jealousy and everything to do with who he thought this guy was—a wealthy tycoon who could buy him twenty times over. "So you see," the real Damien Vane was saying as he held her hand, "that it's lucky I’ve got such good employees like Damien here, to entrust the company to. I'm just far too busy to go to all these things."

The silver vial containing the harvested blood was nearly empty, its violet-gold energy fading as the signal prepared to lock the fraudulent clone layout into the provincial registries before the mountain's roots could be completely scrubbed. ​"The southern template is ninety-nine percent complete, Elara!" Jasmine’s voice drifted up through the structural grids, a frantic, triumphant screech that echoed through the psychic static. "The Council cannot erase a registered province! I will be the only Luna left in the index!" ​"Damon! Look at the spark!" Elara screamed down through the glass, her white hair whipping around her face as she forced a golden-blue connection through the flooring.

It’s not as strong. “What the fuck is happening?” I ask in bewilderment and confused arousal. “I want to give you pleasure like you’ve never known. I want to be buried inside you every way I possibly can. If you’re not comfortable with this, I can make it go away.” “Is this you?” “In every physical and mental way, my love. Think of me like a clone,” the clone says, caressing my cheek. Wait, so not only do I have a guy who can customize his cock to suit me, he can clone himself so I can have a threesome with the one guy and remain monogamous? If I have died and this is heaven, it’s fucking awesome.

“There’s mention of something called Project Ascension.” Elias leaned forward, eyes narrowed. “Sounds biblical.” “It’s worse,” Null replied. “It’s Monroe’s backup plan. A second generation of clones—fully adaptive, autonomous, no fail-safes.” Aurora frowned. “Wasn’t that what Daemon was supposed to be?” “Daemon was a prototype,” Null said. “These… are engineered from everything he learned. And they’re already in testing.” Damien clenched his jaw. “Where?” Null hesitated. “That’s the problem. The coordinates are scrambled. There are only references—codewords like Sanctum, Siren, and The Eye.”

They didn't speak to each other, they didn't call out target locations, and every single one of them had the exact same height, jawline, and broad shoulders. Noah felt his stomach drop into a cold, hollow pit. He raised his rifle scope, zooming in on the neck of the masked man fighting five feet away. Beneath the edge of the man’s black leather collar, standing out starkly against his pale skin, was a faint, blue tattooed mark: SUBJECT ZERO-THREE. Noah’s mind spun in total shock. They aren't mercenaries, Noah realized, his breath catching in his throat. They are another batch of clones... older than us, trained in secret, and working for someone else!

Blake said, and suddenly, they vanished before everyone’s eyes. Blake’s clone has all of Blake’s skills when separated from the main body. His strength and knowledge were the same as the Blake Prime; his only flaw was that he could not reproduce, and he had a link to the main body, so what he knows, Blake Prime knows, if needed. Susan and Blake teleported out of the confines of the warehouse and arrived back at his estate. Susan was pale in her complexion, and as hard as she tried, she couldn’t keep her food in, and it came out with Blake holding her hair for her.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

Or fear. Zane stepped closer, breath catching. “Do you want me to become like you?” Andrei looked down at his hands, flexed his fingers. “I want you to survive this house. That means playing its games.” Zane turned back to the mirror. “Then teach me to win.” Later that afternoon, Joana drifted through the greenhouse, her breath fogging the glass walls. Outside, snow still fell, casting a chiil spell in the sir. While inside, the air was warm and heavy with earth.