Kamino Clone Novels & Stories

Maximilian hugged me back tightly, “I'm sorry you felt that way because of me. I promise to make my territory a safer place for you and the others.” I was a bit surprised. Now that I thought of it, Bosvana theory was beginning to make sense. I didn't know much about love but I knew one thing. He wouldn't kill me. A smirk appeared on the corner of my lips. If that was so then.. “Please teach me one method to protect myself too Babyyy, pleaseee.” I moved away from the tight hug and forced myself to stare at Maximilian in the eyes with pouted lips. He sighed and ran his fingers through my face softly.

I said, though my vision swam with exhaustion. “Liar.” A faint smile touched my lips. “You always know.” She tried to smile back but couldn’t. “You think she’ll come for us?” I looked out through the broken window — the horizon still glowing faintly orange. “No. She won’t need to. She’s already winning.” “What do you mean?” “The clones,” I said quietly. “They’re not soldiers — they’re seeds. She’ll scatter them across the world. Each one designed to infiltrate, adapt, and replicate. She’s not building an army. She’s building a new species.”

The bay doors opened as the marines take in the luscious scenery of forests, oceans, and mountains. Some of them took off their helmets as the vast scenery of Ren'veil swept the hearts of each warrior, as though they had fallen in love for the first time. One of Kent's close allies and friends aboard the Night Hawk, Clayton Carmive, is the Resident muscle of the Strike team. He often wore a Generation 4 Tactical Knight armor – Heavy Herculio. Like Rex's suit, it is also equipped with jump-kit boosters, gravity boots, and a grappling hook gun. The suit can be compared to a behemoth in terms of size due to its base design was derived from the heavy knights during Terran Age 2942 in Xheronian t

Merge protocol pending. The screen blinked, showing two overlapping genetic maps—mine and hers. Damien cursed under his breath. “He’s been trying to recreate you. If he can merge the clone with you, he’ll have full control.” I could barely speak. “He planned this. From the beginning.” The clone’s eyes fluttered open then—bright blue, glowing faintly in the dim light. I screamed, stumbling back as the pod began to drain. The glass hissed open, and the girl stepped out slowly, water dripping from her body. She looked at me, tilting her head, her expression calm and unnervingly familiar.

Alfi added. “You son of a bitch!” Wira enraged. “What does he mean?” Cakra asked. “It means he can make a clone by using the clothesline clip. For instance, he turned that yellow one into his clone, while the real body was hiding in one of the clips he didn’t use.” Kartika explained. “If you think your semen can kill me, you are very wrong!” Alfi exclaimed. (What? You want me to change it? Is "jizz" or "cum" more polite than that one?)

It took dying for me to finally see her for who she really was. The officer pulled out his phone and played a video for Sophie. In it, I was in the lab, clutching a wound on my stomach, forcing myself to speak through the pain. "Sophie, if you're watching this, then I'm already dead. "I made a clone for you. He'll stay by your side. He's exactly like me. "I want you to be happy. Always." The video cut to my clone. He stared coldly into the camera and said, "Sophie, I spent five years by your side. And in that time, you've harvested my organs over a hundred times.

Adama can’t even see the sunlight, what a miserable life. We got to a door and Jerry knocked on it then we entered after it was opened by a young omega. She looked at us in surprise then let us in with a smile. Jerry looked at her and then called in the middle-aged woman who seemed like the mother of the young lady, “This is Kennedy’s Mate and the soon-to-be Luna!” He introduced and the pair gasped. They bowed down lowly to greet and I rushed to stable them. I turned to glare at Jerry who grinned at me. We turned and walked into the room and immediately we entered we saw a skinny figure lying on the bed.

“Don’t hold this over my head. It makes no sense to wait. Are you saying I must win in order for us both to have a body double and, if not, you will do without? That’s crazy, Alpha.” The asshole just shrugged. In my opinion it was imperative we produce more clones. Who knew, they could be useful in any war. It would reduce the risk of the ranking warriors being captured, not to mention the Alpha and Luna. I already had my own, of course. You couldn’t improve on perfection, just Amy II’s vocabulary. Her tendency to mouth off was so typical it couldn’t be messed with. Yet Kane’s automaton was possessed by a very hostile Lycan wolf.

Handel asks as he furrows his brows staring right at me. "Hell no!" I say defensively. "I can't be" I add. "Well, that simply implies that I must not do anything to harm her. I can't kill my own replica." "What do we do then?" George asks curiously. "She has to be kidnapped," I say with a stern look. "Mmh, and what do you intend to achieve by doing that?" Handel asks inquisitively. "I intend to take advantage of our similarity and by implication take her place as the Alpha's Luna. I will try to redirect the Alpha's mind and turn him against his pack and by that, I won't have to take the blame for the outcome of his actions." I say elaborately.

He mimicked her trembling voice, doubling over with laughter again. David clapped his hands, clearly proud of their prank. “Come on, Joyce, admit it. It was genius. We even got you home safe and sound.” “Safe and sound?!” Joyce snapped. “You dragged me into a van, blindfolded me, and made me think I was being kidnapped! How is that SAFE?!”