Rebel Clones Novels & Stories

The Rebel ship, The Vengeance, groaned as it pulled me out of the cold vacuum. I hit the floor of the hangar bay with a heavy thud. My skin was no longer soft; it felt like warm marble, and my veins pulsed with a dark, angry red light. I didn't need a suit to breathe. I didn't even feel the cold. The explosion of the station had burned away the last of the "failed" clone. What stood up was something much more dangerous.

Saving my pack and the rebels. I grab my training gear and move to the bathroom, working out my new plan as I go through the daily motions. The first thing on the docket is getting packs to join me, sadly this is also the hardest thing on my list. I’m nothing more than a low-ranking wolf exiled from my pack for betraying them. This is why I have decided I need to travel back the way I came and seek the help of the rogues. They are the original rebels and where I technically belong with them.

They both came after us. Where is Dal? Jake enquired. They enjoyed playing with my snow leopard as well; in fact, Dal was the main focus of most of our early memories. I responded, "He is now under my wing. I don't have faith in tonight's visitors." "This came so quickly. I'm curious why he's here "Embry raised her voice and echoed our interest. "He appears to be seeking increased military collaboration. Increasingly, he is enlarging his empire in opposition to the dragons "When Jacob spoke, I found myself agreeing with his viewpoint.

I didn't understand what the caption read until I flipped open a page that had an ancient symbol revered by werewolves because it symbolized the moon goddess. “........Hatred has sprouted into the earth because we are of royal blood. They want our lineage wiped out because we are of a powerful descendant. They want us dead because we are a chosen race. They will do anything to wipe away the clan that has the power to harness and control the moon.” “Wait!? What?” Shirley belted shooked.“Was that why you were able to stop those bullets?".

Everything is going just as it had before. “My lady…my— my father is a rogue alpha. He's an enemy of the throne. I just wanted to run away from his schemes. I can't be part of them! But now I have nowhere else to be. I won't want to put anyone in danger…only the palace can help me now, my lady.” The ballroom has been consumed by murmurs as they hear what she has to say. Currently, the kingdom of Ker faces the threat of a growing rebellion. Many shifters— rogue lycans, foxes, faes and the like— have banned together.

I heard the familiar voice of Gonzalo ring from behind me. Natasha jumps on my body, clutching her hands to my chest, as I try to shield her face from meeting his own. “Am I missing something here, Raul? If not, why is the first daughter of the house of Miklaus in the company of the rebel leader?” The bass of his voice rose as his eyes glowed angrily at us. The clouds crackled lightly, and soon the sky started to tear up.

Leana said, a stern and stoic expression on her face. While staring at Leana, I could see that she was deadly serious about becoming the clone of my mother whom I had gladly left behind at my childhood home. Then and there, I decided that I would do all that was in my power to ensure that I figured out other hiding spots and kept my business of traversing the place grounds far away from her suddenly prying eyes and messy bun.

Alpha Logan announces before silence, an eerie silence, fills the tension in the air. “Rebels?” I ask, my brows furrowing. Alpha Logan nods. “Rebels are rogues who are hell bent on destroying packs out of pure hatred. They despise our kind, and will find more and more ways to destroy us,” “We have tried to get information out of him for years, but his lips are sealed. And now, the rebels have gotten bolder. Only you could make him open up and—” “No,” It was barely whispered. Gasps echoed in the room, but I look at their Alpha dead in the eyes, making myself loud and clear.

“What, like some neighborhood boys who stole sugar from shops?” ‎ ‎“No,” he said flatly. ‎ ‎“Oh.” ‎ ‎He stepped a bit closer, and for once, I didn’t move away. I couldn’t. My legs felt like jelly. ‎ ‎“They called themselves the Sun Slashers,” he continued. “They were violent. Connected. They controlled a lot of supplies and territory.” ‎ ‎I frowned. “Supplies? Like what, spare parts? Petrol?” ‎ ‎His eyes flicked to mine. “Not the legal kind.”

​The Citadel of the First Verse was not merely crumbling; it was being unwritten. As the "Gemini-Omni Archive" flooded the Council’s sterile networks with a century of raw, un-edited human grief, the white marble of the Core’s sanctuary began to dissolve into streaks of grey static. The twelve clones—the "Failed Drafts"—did not scream. They flickered like guttering candles, their faces twisting into expressions of ancient, weary envy as they watched Kael, Nora, and Elia race toward the docking bay.