Rebel Clones Novels & Stories

“And whose kindness allows you to live?” “Yours. Your kindness.” Tears streamed down Clint’s face now. His features scrunched as he let out an ugly cry. Lily almost felt sorry for him. “And do you know the rules?” Rebel asked. His voice was so cold and calculated, it wrapped a chill around her despite the humid summer air. Clint struggled to form a sentence. “A-anyone who l-l-lays a hand on a child or a woman…is…is.…” “…is no servant of mine,” Rebel finished. “You exist solely because I allow

"The Arbor Prime feeds on the Seeds it grows. Yours is still linked to the First Seed. *Use it*." The Custodian snarls. "Traitorous prototype!" The garden convulses. --- **The Rebellion** The Eden clone fights his siblings, his void-eyes bleeding gold. "The Arbor Prime's heart! Destroy it!" Veyra and I sprint toward the First Seed, dodging roots and entropy fire. The clones give chase, but the Eden clone sacrifices himself, tackling the Kelly clone into the river of time. The Custodian blocks our path. "You'll ruin *everything*!"

She was everything Clara was not in his eyes, and far more intoxicating—far more desirable than Clara had ever been. “Don’t make me spell it out for you, my boy. You know what you should do. Bring Clara back and make her carry your child. That child is our only way into the Mor-Sark organization. You are the next Lord of Mor-Sark if you can give Clara a child,” Ignazio said firmly. “Then we will control the majority of Mor-Sark’s businesses. Once Cassian wakes from his coma and learns you divorced and dishonored his precious daughter, our position will collapse. Our family bloodline will be completely diminished. While Cassian is still in a coma, act now! Bring Clara back and marry her again

Elias paused beside pod #11. The man inside looked like him. Not exactly. Shorter. Narrower shoulders. Eyes sunken. But the jaw was there. The cheekbones. The spine of a warrior. Elias reached up—pressed his palm to the glass. The man stirred. Not awake. Just reactive. Like a shark sensing blood. Then Elias saw the tag: “R1: Reactionary Clone – Alpha Series. Functional Host for Combat Transfer.” Beneath it: “Memory Layer: Erased.”

“Then let’s burn the old world down.” Somewhere in Berlin A shadowed room. Dozens of monitors flickered. A figure in a white suit stood silently, watching the hearing footage replay on loop. Jade. She sipped a glass of wine, her other hand tapping a sequence on a tablet. “Let them have their rebellion,” she whispered. “Every movement needs a villain.” Behind her, a new clone stepped out of a cryo-chamber. It looked exactly like… Grace.

The tribulation world fell apart, and Mekaisto escaped. As soon as he was freed, the ten thousand tribulations’ power merged into one lightning and struck one of the clones. Mekaisto’s clones were instantly obliterated.