Rebel Clones Novels & Stories

"Where's your daughter now?" "I don't know. Iris took her three days ago. Said she'd return her after the project was complete. But I haven't heard anything. I'm scared she's—" Dr. Chen broke down sobbing. Chaewon looked at Jian. His expression was grim. "We're not just fighting one clone," he said. "We're fighting an army." BEACH HOUSE – 4:32 PM Han had Dr. Chen's data. It was worse than they thought. "She's not exaggerating. Twelve combat-ready clones. Each with specific enhancements. Each designed to counter one of you."

She had to get out of here, and fast. But just as she was about to make a run for it, she heard a sound behind her. She turned around and saw a group of werewolf rebels standing in the shadows, watching her. "Well, well, well," a woman's voice said, and Karen recognized it as the leader of the rebels. "What have we here?" Karen felt a surge of hope. She had heard about the rebels, and she knew that they were skilled fighters who sought to overthrow the oppressive monarchy and establish a new, more just society.

"I've been waiting for you." As someone stepped forward, I saw a face I knew. A face that made my blood run cold. "Rebecca," I spat, my anger boiling over. But she just smiled. "Not just Rebecca," she said. "But your creator." My mind reeled as she revealed the shocking truth. I was a clone, created by the Order to serve a sinister purpose. And now, I was a liability. "You have to be eliminated," Rebecca said, her eyes cold and hard.

She'll probably threaten with a DNA test by the way. This isn’t supposed to be my life. I’m supposed to be figuring out how to clear my name, how to keep Abigail safe, how to not end up in a cell for something I didn’t do. I’m not supposed to be sitting here talking about a baby. “A baby,” I say out loud, testing the word. It tastes wrong. Heavy. Claire’s shoulders drop a little at the sound of it. “I know. I know it’s a lot.” She exhales, like she’s been holding it in since she walked in. “I didn’t plan this. You didn’t plan this. But it’s here.”

Clara was in the photo. So was Serena. And someone else. A boy. Mira tapped the corner. “This one? That’s Eryx. But younger. Before the surgeries. Before the branding.” I swallowed hard. “Why do they all look the same?” Mira didn’t blink. “Because Reagan was cloning bloodlines. Using embryo grafting to manufacture genetic templates.” I choked. “So Clara isn’t my sister?” “She is,” Mira said firmly. “Maybe not how you expect. But she’s your sister by trauma. And by choice.”

She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée. This time, I refused. I rebelled with a fury I had never known. After a massive fight with my parents, I set the curtains on fire, smashed five cars in our garage, and destroyed half the house. In a fit of rage, my father sent me to Macro. "Turn Seraphina into a proper lady—then she won't have to come back. If she fails, she'll never return." My world plunged into darkness. But I wasn't about to give up. I turned my fury on Macro.

“You said your earliest memory was waking up alone in a hospital room after the fire.” His breath hitched. “Yes.” “What if that memory was manufactured?” He didn’t move. His expression twisted with pain and denial. “What if everything I remember is a lie?” Before I could respond, gunfire cracked through the chamber, Rebecca and the new operative had spotted the clone’s body. They moved with clinical precision. “No hesitation,” Rebecca barked. “Take it out. Clean trace. The living one’s a failed redundancy.” “Failed redundancy?” I hissed. “They’re calling him a backup, like he’s disposable.”

Otherwise I'm gonna get that full 24/7 lecture . Yeah it's weird how I'm an adult . And I still get those stupid teenage lectures. *************************** RAVEN'S POV I went to the company I'm supposed to work in . I guess . 'ONE STROKE' is written so big on this stupid building . I wonder whose idea it was . It would be so great if they really get a stroke one day . A brain stroke or maybe heart one , anyways they die . It really doesn't matter how . That's why I think I should do that honour .

“What the f-k did you wake me up so early to say?” “We sent an extraction team to your warehouse hideout, Ms Carter,” Phillip Salem said calmly. “As you knew that we would. They have not returned. Your allies at the warehouse are now considered hostile and dangerous, and as such we will be sending a larger force for the purpose of suppressing the rebels at that location.” Aislen saw Connery move, out of the corner of her eye, the rogue alpha adjusting his weight on his feet, and his eyes glowing with his wolf, preparing to fight.

Levi stirred, whispering, "The real Elias... warned me. This one's a trap." Autumn's power surged, but the amulet heated, burning her skin—the price manifesting. She struck again, the clone staggering, but it raised its blade, summoning a portal of its own. From it poured more clones—dozens, each bearing faces from her past: her mother, father, even Nathaniel. The guardians faltered, the rebels screamed in confusion. Gale fought through, reaching her side. "It's an illusion—fight!" But Autumn saw the truth through the legacy: not illusions, but harvested souls, bound to cloned bodies. The Order's ultimate army.