Kamino Clone Novels & Stories

The main villa rose before them, lights flickering on as if welcoming ghosts. Inside the grand hall, portraits of Jones ancestors glared down. Cassandra waited at the far end, flanked by armed guards and medical equipment. Her belly was grotesquely swollen, the accelerated hybrid pregnancy evident. Monitors showed the clone fetus’s strong heartbeat—unnaturally strong. “You came,” Cassandra purred, hand caressing her stomach. “How touching. The family reunited. The transfusion needs to happen in the crypt vault below. One vial from each triplet. Then the clone lives, and your children’s markers go dormant forever. Refuse… and they burn from the inside at sunrise.”

Tyler's POV "Boss, I think we got a lead..." "Talk, Williams." I lifted my stony face toward Williams. He was always fond of delivering information in the most cinematic way possible. "One of the men... the digital researchers found a lead at one of the record labels in California. They searched all over New York and Phoenix, just as you instructed, but there was no facial resemblance to Evans. So, according to them, they went beyond their original assignment and started looking into other states. There was a match, but not under the name we know her by. She was registered as Claire Simon."

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

They vanished into the glowing void of the Sanctuary — weightless, safe, and ready for later use. [Storage Updated] [Food: 30 days supply. Water: 15 gallons. Medical Kits: 6.] Progress. But it wasn’t enough. ⸻ That night, I sat cross-legged in the Sanctuary, surrounded by the quiet pulse of my creation. The garden glowed softly, vines and herbs swaying in an invisible breeze. I planted more seeds — mint, ginseng, aloe. Life thrived here effortlessly. Echo appeared, her misty form weaving around me like smoke. “You cultivate well, Kiami Lynn. But do you understand why you must?”

I froze. “What?” “She’s a fabrication. They used Mom’s genome to craft the perfect weapon—and made her believe she was Mom.” Rage erupted in my chest. “You’re not her,” I said, stepping forward. “You never were.” “No,” the clone said, her eyes glowing again. “I’m something greater.” She launched herself at me, and we collided like thunder. --- The Final Confrontation The forest burned around us. Every strike shook the trees. Every dodge felt like life and death.

"Ms. Hart, can you explain how a clone could even be part of this plan? It sounds like something from a science fiction movie." Elena paused and then answered in a simple, honest tone. "It may sound unbelievable, but our investigations uncovered that my father, Richard Hart, had once supported a secret project called 'Project Echo.' The aim was to preserve a person's essence and even create a copy if needed. When my father fell ill, and as betrayal mounted, those in charge used this technology to create a clone of me. This clone was meant to replace me."

Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself. "You can't exactly judge," I replied as I pointed to the guy. "He was part of Moon Shadow prior to their downfall. He just hasn't been fully accepted into the pack," Luca said. I could see his fists clenched at his side and I could hear the way in which he was controlling his breathing which only served to make me smile to myself.

I told her as she put back her dark shade and ignited the car. **** There were 10 cars, and 3 trucks filled with guns and explosives going after the criminal. We had men, the fighters who were ready to kill the enemy went with us and left the trainees to guide the estate. "We are getting closer," Irene said from the back. I pressed my hand to the airpod and said, "Get ready to move out." "Yes, boss." They replied.

Making sure they understood and backed down on their seat. We were back at the kitchen with all the food the brothers had found in another storage room that I hadn’t known existed. The food they found were quite a lot to last us for a few months here and back in Kósmima. Some of the food was already packed tightly and in a sturdy dark brown backpack. I had guessed that it was some kind of emergency food safely tucked away somewhere within the mansion. All the foods inside the bags were either canned and astronaut foods that just needed water to be eaten or heated.

Then his body convulsed And split open. Metal beneath skin. Wires, spines, gears. The clone had never been fully human. Not since Phase Six. The prototype wasn’t the final version. He was. And now the real program has been activated. The last thing Noa saw before blacking out? Was the clone’s eyes glowing white And the ship is going dark. To be continued.