Rebel Clones Novels & Stories

I would reclaim the days I had missed in my last life one by one. After leaving the hospital, I strolled down the tree-lined street. The sugar maple tree leaves had begun to turn a brilliant orange and gold, glistening as they danced gently to the ground in the fall breeze. I took out the half-charred wooden charm from my pocket. Though its edges were blackened, the word "peace" carved on the back was still clear. I clenched the charm firmly in my palm. Reborn, I had no cheat codes or any powerful connections. I had only learned never again to be the naive pushover anyone could walk all over.

“So Raul was right. Every secret, every shadow—it’s you.” “It was me,” I corrected, forcing myself to stand. “I left it behind. My family left. We cut ties, burned bridges and never looked back.” She turned sharply. “And the kids? Where do they fit in this?” That’s when my chest caved in. I’d promised Klaus I wouldn’t, but the truth was already unraveling, bleeding out of me like it wanted freedom. “Rebel… Michael and Mex aren’t just smart. They’re the highest-ranking hackers on the dark web. Weapon masters. They’ve been training behind our backs, building networks. Last night when Klaus brought them home—” I shook my head. “Rebel, they killed an entire gang from laptops in their backpacks.”

The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land. "Back at Myozola, those with powers were free to go to the Moka, the wells to drink freely and have their powers boosted but the Force destroyed hundreds of those wells and left just a few guarded, for those that agreed to work for them. We were doing research and that's how we came up with the fruits. It was to make us stronger even without having to drink from Moka," explained Koyala. He then proceeded," Now, the Force would never send its soldiers after you unless you are a potential threat to them. So we brought you here to r

I charged at him with a dagger aimed at his face, he was quick to dodge it, skillfully disarming me and tossing the dagger aside. He tried to embrace me in one of his signature ' Death hugs '. I slipped out of his hold, sweeping his feet with a kick. He staggered, giving me enough time to hold my retracted claws to his throat. Yup! You heard me right. I got some cool, retractable claws on my bionic arm, courtesy of Ms. Claire. Bless her for this upgrade because I'm definitely loving it. Mark smiled, looking down at my stomach. I looked down to see that he also had his claws out, ready to rip out my intestines. Damn it!

Their movements were flawless, precise, almost too human. And when the lead figure stepped into the light, Lena gasped softly. He looked exactly like Adrian. Every feature — the sharp jawline, the scar beneath the left eye, the faint streak of gray in his hair. Even the stance was identical. The clone tilted his head slightly, studying them with calm curiosity. “So this is what rebellion looks like,” he said, voice eerily similar — only colder, detached. Adrian steadied his aim. “You’re one of Kael’s new toys.”

“We’ve got company. A group of rogues is trailing us, and they’re closing in fast.” Liam frowned, his mind racing. “Could they be working for Vivian?” “Possibly,” Ethan replied, his voice tense. “Either way, we need to be ready.” Clara felt a surge of determination. “We’ll stand our ground. We’ve come too far to turn back now.” --- The rebels assaulted just before day break, their approach quiet and quick. The air was filled with the sound of clashing steel and the snarls of their foes. Clara centered on the Heart of Nyx, channeling its energy to form a defensive boundary around her companions.

And within a week, five of the Circle’s inner sanctums were destroyed. Not by enemies. By her. She broadcast her message from the ruins of a fallen tower: “Maddox built us in cages. The Circle tried to chain us. But I was born free of both.” “Join me. Or fall like them.” Eira’s uprising began with the rogue clones — failed versions, discarded projects, cybernetic half-breeds who'd been living in exile. And when she marched them to Velgrave’s gates… She didn’t attack. She smiled.

“Tonight’s demonstration is a vision of the next era. You’ve all seen the summit’s reaction to traditional rebellion. It’s loud, unpredictable, and unsustainable.” He nodded to the technician near the console. “We’ve developed something better.” The lights dimmed. From the centre of the gallery rose a lifelike model—sleek, elegant, with a striking resemblance to Ximena. Not an exact replica, but close enough to mimic her presence: her grace, her restraint, the kind of defiance that didn’t shout—it seethed. The clone moved fluidly. Its eyes blinked at the perfect cadence. Its mouth parted with eerie precision as the voice emerged:

Then his claws slash the girl's back, but no blood comes out. “She’s rewriting his DNA!” Gideon pulls me back inside as the ceiling cracks and rains down thick droplets. “She’s not a clone, she’s a human robot.” Then he tosses me his empty gun. “Aim for the eyes.” The little girl speaks. "Daddy's ready now." Vaughn goes still in her arms. Jace’s remaining mirror shows the other clones descending the stairs. They are all grown, armed, and smiling with all their teeth. Then, they fight and kill the guards.