Novel & Cerita Rebel Clones

Cain reported with a conflicted gaze. The old man gestured to the others and everyone found a seat to sit down. Most of the clan core people were here— at least, the previous’ core was. Since André became the new head of the family, almost everyone had been replaced. They only now held empty titles as André never seemed to want to announce to the world about his existence. However, despite keeping his existence a secret, all of them could not touch him even if they wanted so desperately in their hearts to get rid of him. Why? Because they were all weak. The generation after Cain produced monsters that they could not control. Also…

The only rebels that had escaped the initial battle had been located hours ago, on the other side of the town, headed toward Aricornia. Despite Lightning’s confessions and all of the information White had gotten from her when she’d shot Hurricane, the forest was expansive, and these rebels had tools the Motherhood couldn’t combat. Tablets that told them where the Mothers were located, so long as they had their monitors on, which they had to keep on in order to communicate with one another. Shields that hid fire and smoke. Another device that would keep the hounds from scenting them. How they had managed to create all of these tools and keep them a secret from the Military Mothers was beyond

Suddenly, there was a poofing sound around the two men, and when they looked over, two of Blake’s clones had spontaneously combust and became no more. “They can’t contain the fire much longer. I’ll try and cool them down.” Blake Prime said as another combusted before them. Losing three in one go was a massive blow to Blake’s contingency plan to outdo the Tribulation. He was left with only one nonconscious clone to fight the rest of the Tribulation.

Hela," Ramon's daughter, is as disagreeable as you say, wouldn't my lordship over the pack and her father's lordship intercede on marrying her?" Red roared in anger, "This offer is suspicious! How can a father devalue his daughter to this extent?! He presents her to you as a wife, and on top of that, he hands you his position?!. There's no doubt that there's a mystery behind that." "Hela Marcos is not our mate either." Our strength comes from the rogue, you stupid. Alex, realize that this rebel has increased our strength, and we haven't even tagged her yet. Imagine what happens after we leave our mark on her!"

"This is it. We strike tonight, and we hit them hard. The Temple won’t be able to recover if we act fast. We’ve trained for this moment. Now we execute." Sena looked out over the faces of those gathered, her heart swelling with a fierce pride. These people, these rebels—they were her family now. And no matter what happened, they would face it together. --- That night, as the rebellion moved out under the cover of darkness, the desert came alive with the sound of their movement. They moved quickly, silently, a shadow in the night, weaving between rocks and dunes, heading toward the Temple’s outpost. It was a small force, but it was enough. They had the element of surprise, and with the power

The moment she saw me she gasped, “My lady!” “What’s going on?” I demanded. “Who are these men and why are they taking our things?” “I don’t know,” Clara said, flushed with fury. “I got here five minutes ago and they were already loading everything. But this jerk won’t explain why.” I turned to the man. “I am the Luna of this pack. Why are you doing this?” “We know who you are,” he said dismissively. “Our Alpha ordered us to move all your things to Bloodhound.”

Damon's POV I got Bianca back. The price was Nora. "Get everyone!" I roared at Marco. "Find Viktor!" Two hours later, the dockyards were on fire. I burned down every Kozlov family stronghold in New York, one by one. I snapped Viktor's neck with my own hands and watched the life drain from his eyes. The satisfaction of revenge lasted only a few minutes. But when the smoke cleared, the rage faded, leaving only a hollow ache where my heart used to be.

There he was— leaning against the auditorium doorway, dressed in all leather black, clutching a helmet, exuding that dangerous calm was— Killian Lancaster— The school bad boy— The school rebel. The dream boy of every female. Boys wanted to be like him, girls wanted him as a boyfriend, teachers saw him as a nuisance who's hardly in school or attended classes but somehow aced all his classes. He's freaking hot with his tall lean intimidating height, coupled with his pretty face and his long jet black hair hanging on his shoulders to round off the ensemble. His water glass eyes that melted both boys and girls fixated on me.

“Like, you, chose, me.” The envoy bursts in, a woman in tactical gear. “Ambassador Reed, we have transport, President says get the Luna and the heirs out, now, we’ll handle the clones.” “You can’t,” Caiden says. “You shoot them, the magic might jump, you don’t know where.” “We have orders,” Reed says. “Three targets, all Hollow DNA, all terminated.” She looks at Rowan. At the babies. “All of them.” Draven’s claws come out. “Try.”

he pushed in deeper, his thumb on my clit, making me moan. "You're so tight," he said, his breath hot in my ear. "I need this." I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in, but inside, I was torn... If he knew the part of me that's Maren reborn, remembering fragments of pain, clashing with the Senna who's here now. "Fuck me," I whispered, and he did, sliding his cock inside me, slow at first, then harder. It hurt a little, in that good-dark way.