The General Clone Wars Novels & Stories

We didn't know what was going to happen with Pythia and the elders but the talk of another war put a little fire under me and I realized I needed to be in the best shape that I could possibly be in. **FLASHBACK ENDS** Leia POV I slowed my pace when I got a little closer and kept my senses on high alert, I didn't want anyone to get the upper hand on me but everything was completely silent. A little too silent, normally crickets and frogs can be heard loudly but there was literally nothing. Not even a breeze but a scent caught my nose. It was musky and manly which told me someone was hiding. I looked around and found a tree and stood behind it. I tilted my head higher and took a deep breath an

Mane frowned and said. Completion Rate: 44 “Yes. We called ourselves great because we thought we had won. But we were wrong!” Ashera’s tone suddenly grew more frantic. “What we fought was nothing but Pazuzu’s clone! His real body was still embroiled in a bitter exchange with Hanbi! Hanbi hadn’t failed at all!” Completion Rate: 55 Ashera’s words shook Mane greatly. How could a clone possess the power to wipe out many races, leaving behind only three?! How was that even possible?

But Amara’s gaze stayed locked on the clone — the one that looked like her. “Why did they make you?” she whispered. The clone smiled faintly. “Because you wouldn’t kneel.” Before Amara could react, the clone’s hand pressed against the glass — and shattered it with inhuman strength. The explosion of pressure sent Amara flying backward. Luca caught her mid-fall as Cassian opened fire. Bullets tore through the chamber, but the clone didn’t fall — she absorbed them, her body healing as fast as it was breaking. “Retreat!” Cassian shouted.

"You weren't supposed to come back." The truth came in fragments: Project Looking Glass—A black ops program to create perfect undercover operatives. The DNA source—A stolen sample from a young Demi Perez after a routine school physical. The betrayal—When my father discovered they were mass-producing his daughter, he stole the original prototype. Me. Naz's rifle never wavered from his chest. "Bullshit. The Consortium would never—" "The Consortium was always a front," my father interrupted. "The first clones were deployed fifteen years ago. How do you think we maintained cover in hostile territories so easily? Replace a general's daughter. A drug lord's mistress. You've been working with clone

Then his body convulsed And split open. Metal beneath skin. Wires, spines, gears. The clone had never been fully human. Not since Phase Six. The prototype wasn’t the final version. He was. And now the real program has been activated. The last thing Noa saw before blacking out? Was the clone’s eyes glowing white And the ship is going dark. To be continued.

"The Moon is a living computer it needs a brain to run the Hive that is us. If we touch that needle our minds will be uploaded we will be gone, June there will only be the 'Benson Queen' left." "How do we stop it " June asked, her heart hammering against her ribs feeling the Generals heart beating at the same time. "We have to break the Empathy " the General said, a cold smile crossing her face. "You have been saving people your life, June now you have to break one." The General reached into her coat pulling out a black bottle. "This is a bottle of sadness it is the pain of every failed clone it is the pain of every 'June' that was thrown away. If you put this into the Core the Hive will fal

It was unlike regular presentations Sia had seen on the only computer owned by Wrick on the island. She could see the holograms of models in front of her. They were so realistic. She could even touch and feel the models. Mr. Ben planned to use clones for developing an army of soldiers armed with weapons so advanced that would make them invincible. She wondered why he needed my help? He seemed to have everything sorted. Jurek answered my unspoken question, “The use of clones for any other purpose other than the transfer of conscience is prohibited by even immortals.” That was a surprising bit of news. Sia didn’t know that even the immortals had to follow the rules. It was relieving to know th

I said, though my vision swam with exhaustion. “Liar.” A faint smile touched my lips. “You always know.” She tried to smile back but couldn’t. “You think she’ll come for us?” I looked out through the broken window — the horizon still glowing faintly orange. “No. She won’t need to. She’s already winning.” “What do you mean?” “The clones,” I said quietly. “They’re not soldiers — they’re seeds. She’ll scatter them across the world. Each one designed to infiltrate, adapt, and replicate. She’s not building an army. She’s building a new species.”

Afterward, they held each other, Damian’s hand resting on the belly, feeling the child move. But victory was hollow. The Architect’s death had released something worse. New threats simmered in the shadows. The clones had not all been destroyed. In the chaos of the final battle, several enhanced duplicates had escaped the labs. They were out there—looking exactly like Damian, programmed with fragments of his memories, but loyal to the old syndicate’s remnants. They moved in the shadows, gathering followers, whispering promises of a restored order. One week after the fleet’s fall, the first clone appeared.

It could not think and would only execute orders. If David was there, he would undoubtedly have to obey David. If David was not there, he would obey the person who broke the seal. David had set it in advance so that the only thing the clone could do was execute orders. Then, it would dissipate automatically when the time was up. The clone faced the void in the distance. A lot of dead stars were floating in front of him, each of which exuded the aura of death. One should not underestimate these dead stars. There used to be life on them too.