Kamino Clone Wars Novels & Stories

The right clone, still partially linked but receiving garbage data, swung its blade in a panic and accidentally decapitated the center clone. The unit fell apart. The perfect triangle shattered into three broken, confused men. Marcus recovered, charging forward with a roar. He grabbed the remaining standing clone by the neck and slammed him into the blast door, crushing the helmet. Silence returned to the antechamber, save for the sparking of the broken frog toy. Kzzzt... Namo... Kzzzt. Jack stood up, wiping black fluid from his hands. He was breathing hard, his ribs burning. "Remind me," Jack panted, kicking the frog toy, "to leave a five-star review for that thing."

- Said one of the allies. - If Lord Kurayami offers us the means. - He said. – They made an army between hybrid clones between a Gordanian and a Daxamite, they would be exchanging forces, weapons, and military forces. - There were pure breeds. – Said Gordaniana. – We may have a troop swap and bring Zurlara ’s old academy. - Said another. - I will be a regent and by my side. - Said Brunel-drei. – I will be worshiped as one of the generals who brought the two planets back. - Said Brunel.

Aurora’s POV Silence settled over the war room like a thick fog. The screen still flickered with the final frame of Monroe’s message, his face frozen in a half-smile that made my skin crawl. Damien hadn’t moved for what felt like minutes. He stood there, hands clenched into fists, shoulders rigid, as if every word had been branded into his skin. Daemon. The name echoed in my mind like a curse. A clone—not just a replica of Damien, but something more, something… engineered to be unstoppable. A being grown in shadows, meant to take Damien’s place in the world. In leadership. In memory.

Thank you so much for reading thus far! Dorin and the rest of the gang will be back in Phasma Phase 5 :D . The faces in the dark have all been unmasked, and the secretive Erian aka Elazar Ravante the Silver Tongue has gone to gods know where. Dorin, on the other hand, is much too busy having fun in the university to bother about such things. After all, there's so much he wants to learrn, even when he gets stuck inside the walled city during summer while his friends go home to visit their families.

“We’ve got a problem.” Amara looked up. “What now?” Cassian pointed at the monitors on his wrist drone. From the ashes of the explosion, a shadow was rising — her clone again, untouched, eyes burning brighter than before. “You can’t destroy what was made to replace you.” The clone’s voice echoed through the ruins like thunder. “I am the Crown of Nothing. And your reign ends tonight.” Luca stood weakly, pulling Amara close. “Then we end her — together.” Amara’s eyes glowed with fury. “No. I end her.”

The stars seemed to snap into existence as Jose Fonseca-Three Hundred Forty six dropped hyper, switched his sensors to max, and scanned the surrounding volume of space. Something that he, plus all 876 of his "brothers" had done countless times before. In spite of the fact that the Clone Hegemony had joined the Confederacy at the conclusion of the second Dodvalian war, they continued to maintain their own military forces and placed little reliance on the Confederate Navy. That being the case, the clones conducted regular patrols along their section of the Galaxy - mostly to control smuggling, but to ensure their sovereignty as well.

All in all, the clone could tell that this wasn't a hastily constructed village but one that had been in the works for months, at least. The clone made no action in following the guards as they returned to the village. While it was a clone of Kirou, possessing access to all of his skills and weapons, it was also currently under the same weapon restriction as its master, being able to only use just one weapon type. Wires weren't something that could be used to start a fight with this village. Besides that, the clone was also aware that it was only there to scout information, so it quickly circled the village a few times, making note of any off points before backing off. After it returned to t

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.”

The rogue clone jumped into the driver’s seat, tires screaming as she tore out of the blackened circle of the bungalow. As they hurtled through the rain-slicked streets of the city, the clone reached into her vest and pulled out a small, encrypted tablet. She tossed it into Maya’s lap. "My name is Seven," the clone said. "Or at least, that’s what’s etched into my bone marrow. There were twelve of us in the Delta batch. I’m the only one left who hasn't had a total neural reset."

CHAPTER 18 ~REGINA’S POV~ *** Blood stained the snow, and the bodies of my comrades fell to the ground with a thud. My claws sank into the flesh of an unsuspecting male. I watched the life drain out of his eyes, and his body fell to my feet. Heavy pants fell from my lips, and I watched the horrific scene unfold before my eyes. Killian and Callum fought the man I once loved while the rest of the Moon Crescent pack fought against the Blue Lily pack. They must win this war. They have to; We cannot lose; they must not lose. All is fair in love, hate, and war, including the sacrifices made for the people.