Kamino Clone Novels & Stories

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?)

Kelvin stepped forward and added coldly, "Don't bother me with meaningless things anymore. As for the moonstone ring—give it to Amanda. Only the Luna of the pack has the right to wear it." His gaze dropped to my hand, his eyes narrowing. "Where is it?" he asked. I stared at him, my voice ice-cold. "I broke it—by mistake." "What?" Kelvin's eyes widened in disbelief. "You even shattered it? Do you have any idea what that ring was? My mother inherited it from my grandmother—it's the symbol of the Luna in our pack! And you broke it?!" His claws extended sharply, and for a moment, I thought he might actually attack me.

"No. He saved me. Jo, too. She was there; she saved me and our baby." Sandro sighed as Johanna gave him ice. "Thank you." He looked up at her. "For what?" Johanna asked. "For everything." He carefully pressed the ice on the spot where she had punched him. "Okay." She sat on the sofa and crossed her arms. He sighed and smiled. "This is true?" he asked. "What?" Keira giggled. "Love, we planned this." "But the one in the grave? It looked just like you." "That's a clone. It will rot sooner or later. The skin felt exactly like human skin. It was part of research—the first lifeless clone they made. We use them as decoys for escapes. It even has my DNA."