Rebel Clones Novels & Stories

Penelope's expression stiffened slightly, but she said nothing more, turning back to continue placating Vivian in hushed, submissive tones. She was completely different from the imperious mother I remembered. Back in my room, I pulled out Gabriel's Christmas gift from my luggage, a red cashmere scarf. I wrapped the scarf around my neck and looked in the mirror, unconsciously smiling. That evening, there was a knock at my door. I opened it to find Sebastian standing outside, looking haggard and anxious. "Rachel, we need to talk." I stepped aside to let him in. He rubbed his hands together and summoned the courage to say, "Rachel, you're the wife I've always wanted. I've been waiting for you.

I whispered, more so to myself. “What’s a rebel wolf?” Reaper asked. “They are pack wolves who lost respect in the hierarchy. They remain pack wolves but choose to run with domestic wolves. It’s scarce. I’ve only heard of three incidents in wolf history where it has happened. It usually happens when the rebel wolf has been wronged. They seek retribution. It is why they do not disband. They want an apology for the wrong, or they will seek vengeance for a crime.” I looked at Beast. “Have you reached out?”

AVA I stood beside Derek and our team, my heart pounding in my chest as we crept through the shadows of the Golden Claw Palace. The night air was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of our mission bearing down on us. We had stolen codes and inside information that would help us slip through the back gate undetected, but I knew that didn't guarantee our safety. As we moved closer to the palace, I felt a strange sensation building inside me. It was as if my bond with Cane was growing stronger, like an invisible thread connecting us across the distance.

“Pathetic. You’ll need more than parlor tricks to kill me.” All around, the rebels faltered—not from the flames but from what came next. Shadows shifted. Then stepped forward. Rio. Lucien. Adonis. Odessa. Celine. Thomas. Claude. Or… not them. Phantom copies of the Valentines and their allies emerged from the flames—perfect doppelgängers with cold, dead eyes and bloodied fangs. Each illusion was flawless, their movements eerily familiar. A young rebel screamed as “Lucien” drove claws into his chest, his cry cut short by a fountain of blood.

Claws, teeth and fangs were used to inflict pain on one another. Somehow, I could tell there were three factions in this war – if that was what I was going to call it. One of them, the defenders, was from the pack. And the other two factions were composed of an outside pack, and a split-off faction from inside the Viscount pack: traitors. Bodies littered the ground. Some of them were fully in their human form, some of them had shifted. But shifted or not, most of them were so mangled and torn to pieces that it wasn’t even possible to identify them anymore.

Up close, the Reaper machine was a nightmare of obsidian and moving gears, its many legs stabbing into the earth with the force of falling meteors. And atop it stood my shadow. My double. **Subject 01-B**. "She’s not just a clone, is she?" I whispered, my breath fogging in the cold air of the Dead Zone. I stepped out of the truck, the Red Blood in my veins thrumming in a violent, sympathetic vibration with the red light in her eyes.

they had the same massive shoulders, the same stature, but their faces were faceless – smooth masks made of black polymer, broken only by one single, horizontal visor flash in which a red light pulsated. Instead of hands their arms ended in organic plasma blades and integrated kinetics runs. “They... they clone you,” Nova was horrified and approached one of the capsules. The red light of the unborn clone apex flickered in the rhythm of her heartbeat. ‘She build a whole army from you.” “Not from me,” Kael grumbled. He approached the central capsule, and his look was

“Not anymore. Our love for each other will never be accepted here. Our families and our clans are constantly at war with one another. They would sooner kill us than let us love one another. A place where our love is considered an act of war and treason is not a place I want to live and raise our future children.” Jezebel gnaws at her bottom lip with her adorably pointed tooth. “Are we going to the colony up North? I hear that there are people like us, who are permitted to live as they wish and without discrimination.” “Yes, my sweet Jezebel.” With a nod, I step into my tan dress with its burgundy and green folds. Hanson comes around the bed and helps to tighten up the corset. With a gentle p

Lucas has brought out some more confidence in Joey since he became his dom though so Joey is slowly making more friends at the club. I'm currently on my way to Club Sin now, I need it after my run in with Cole. A good sub to fuck for the night is exactly what I need to get out my frustration with this boy, I wonder if Will is here or not? Will is a sub I play with quite a lot because he is the definition of a perfect sub, he follows all the rules and almost never needs to be punished. I'd never have him as my permanent sub though because he's too perfect. I like a boy with some fire who I can train myself.