Rebel Clones Novels & Stories

Damien was a face that was very familiar to the royal side, but the woman next to him was someone no one in the kingdom had ever seen. And as soon as Damien and Ginny stepped into the main hall of the kingdom, the eyes of all those present were unstoppable. All eyes were on Damien and Ginny. "So the traitor has finally arrived," said Leonte Aur Vigoldi, one of the remaining nine noble class vampires, including Daniel. Leonte is a noble class vampire who has dominion in San Francisco. His ability is to make body clones. Even though it looked like a rather troublesome ability to deal with, but of course Damien would easily defeat him, no matter how many times Leonte cloned his body.

Echo appeared, flawless and commanding, standing in front of rows of new clone soldiers and several glowing incubation pods. “People of Lagos,” Echo began, voice smooth and paternal. “The so-called rebels have stolen what belongs to the future. Two perfect hybrid children. My children. But I am merciful. Return them to me, and I will spare the western districts. Join me, and your families will know strength without suffering. Refuse… and watch as I take them by force.” The camera panned to show dozens of new clones — all with Damian’s face, but enhanced, colder. Echo smiled directly into the lens.

I got out past the lump in my throat, nostalgia washing over me in waves. "Well, you got what you wanted. It's time to take back what is yours" I took my glasses off, then turned to face Antonov, a smirk on my face. "I am going to have so much fun Antonov. Margo, Miguel, and Raphael do not know what is going to hit them" "I still think what you did with Raphael's order is unethical and he is going to find out that it was you"

They were told that they only deserved to live in hell. This time, it was the woman's turn. But the woman's only regret was that she couldn't give birth to her baby… All the other clones, who had been working, stopped in their tracks. They approached the man and tried to protect the woman. The man sneered. "What, are you trying to rebel against me? "You lowly clones aren't even humans. Who do you think you are? If you dare to rebel again, I'll kill all of you!" The clones were angered.

He looked at me in surprise and said: “Do you really not know? You’re kind of stupid.” I frowned and said: “Just tell me.” He sighed and said: “The rebels are a small group that does not believe in the unified system between the clans.” I said: “So they want to rebel against this system?” He replied: “Exactly. And if things continue like this… we might go into another war.” I froze in place war? Even here there are wars? I screamed inside: “Damn it… I want to go back to my world, I don’t want to get into trouble!”

I had no clue what the Rebels wanted, but I assumed it had something to do with their corpse. Even if your dead guy was a low-level fucker like that guy Rod probably was, you still couldn’t let violence like that stand. As soon as other clubs thought they could kill your guys whenever they wanted, you’d be neck-deep in a fucking territory war. Strong clubs stayed strong by showing strength. We pulled up outside the Rebel Lounge, their little clubhouse. We climbed off the bikes and headed toward the entrance. It was pretty empty inside. Sitting at the bar were four men: three I didn’t recognize and Jetter, their leader. He stood up as soon as we walked in.

"I can and I have. Sixteen prototypes ready in the tanks down the hall. They look perfect on scans. But they need the activation key. Your marrow. It holds the raw command factor from Elara's line. Once injected, the clones wake up fully. They become the new council. Order restored under Ring control." I stared at her, chest heaving. "You helped kill my real mother. Now you want pieces of me to make your army? Lila, if that's even your name, you're sicker than Victor." "Victor is a tool," she said flatly, checking the straps on my left arm. "Useful but limited. He got the power grab started. I finish it. The clones won't make his mistakes. No ego. No messy family ties." "Messy family ties?"

Yelled our father using is alpha command. Matthew the Commander of our army just returned from what was supposed to be a milk run. Telling us he had a run in with the heathen we lost one of our men and our cousin Dj is in critical condition because the heathen infected him with its venom. Matt was fed from as well but for some reason wasnt injected with the venom. On top of that he failed to bring us the human rebel that wears the heathens mark which could lean us to the heathen. "So let me guess this straight. You went to fetch the human rebel that could be our only lead to get the heathen. Then the heathen showed up to get his girl and free the other humans" said my brother in anger.

To choose what’s most important to them. The Illucian’s were no friends of mine. DeMarcus being the shady man that he was. His wife and daughter being the two that stayed away from his dealings. And his son, Danarius, quickly following in his father’s footsteps. At seventeen he already showed a great prowess and interest in the way DeMarcus ran his underground world. One we all pretended wasn’t tied to the mob or dirty dealings with whatever species would give him the most bang for his buck.

"You're quite popular around here, you know." I scoffed. "The only place my fame blooms in, is Greenville and it's for a bad cause." I answered dryly. "Greenville might know you as the son of a traitor but outside Greenville, you're known as The Rebellious Alpha." He replied and immediately some of his friends looked back at us. "I'm no Alpha, Gabriel." "Well you are, you do have Alpha blood running through your veins and of course, you're the only man who challenged Alpha Jason's position." Gabriel explained. "So technically, you're the rebellious Alpha."