Riggy X Clone Riggy Novels & Stories

The Rocky Climb looked like a formidable adversary, each craggy outcrop and sharp edge a testament to the gruelling test of strength and agility it presented. Ty’s muscles tensed as he approached the base of the climb, he flexed out his claws, extending them for grip. The first few steps were a scramble, his feet seeking purchase on the uneven ground. He leaped upwards, catching hold of a jutting out rock with one hand while his other clawed at the dirt for stability. His powerful legs pushed off, propelling him higher in a series of fluid, explosive motions.

My heart is pounding in my ears and I can't even hear my own thoughts clearly. This was a bad idea. A bad idea. "Hunt," I said softly, rubbing my thumb against his hand. "I don't know what to say," he said. "So now you're with the rogues and you believe everything they say." "Hunt, I think they can help me. I'm not saying I believe them. They said they aren't the only rogues in the area. They just stuck together because they are hybrid and they've been kicked out from their old packs."

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

My chest locked in absolute shock, my throat screaming across the distance, “What insane logic guided your paws to this sector? Their silver blades will tear your throat open!” “My tracks are here exclusively for your survival!” Swinging the massive iron club in a lethal, sweeping arc, Lucas met the oncoming assault with raw, bone-crushing violence. My claws immediately re-engaged the remaining forces, and within a brief sequence of movements, our spines locked together, forming a bidirectional defensive line. “Maintain your stance. My frequency has already summoned heavy tactical reinforcements!” Lucas roared the data through the chaotic din of clashing metal and snapping jaws.

The only reason I remained standing on my feet was because Niole walked over to me and pulled me in for a hug. "We are doing all we can for the both of them. I am not going to let them go without a fight of my own," Nicole reassured me and I knew that she would do everything she could. She was, after all, the best doctor in the pack and that's why so many people wanted to see her. She had even stitched up a rogue or two for her son before Jayson let the rogue go under the promise that they wouldn't be caught anywhere near our land again. It was a strange system, but something about it worked because we rarely saw rogues around our territory.

His armor was hacked from deep slashes. Two clones came out of his body and split in different directions. The clones were just a product of Basic Grade Soul-Radix. It had its limitations, too. Both the clones had only 40% of Creed's skill and power. However, that didn't matter since his priority was to distract them. Also, all three of them had a shared consciousness, so all three were aware of what was happening with the other two.