Novel & Cerita Upper Moon 4 Clones

The Blood Moon loomed overhead, casting an eerie glow over the land. Its light seemed to pulse with the weight of ancient power, the sky painted in crimson and gold as the stars disappeared beneath its shadow. Raynor stood at the edge of the Frostfang Peaks, looking out over the vast expanse of the land. The clans were scattered, divided, broken by years of bloodshed and war, but he knew—this was the moment they would either be healed or destroyed.

“That’s what Juliette was building behind their backs—a virus.” Roman’s eyes gleamed. “If we get it, we can infect the stream. Break the cycle. Every clone. Every transfer. Wiped.” Zara stood. “Then we go to the core.” They moved quickly. Disguises, routes, ghost IDs. Alec arranged a jet through his underground contacts. Milli volunteered to assist, memorizing all the clone markers. “She’s brilliant,” Alec whispered as they watched her decode half a server without blinking. “She’s me,” Zara murmured with a smile.

Please confirm if you want to continue the upgrade? There were two options. Yes or no. David’s eyes lit up. The corners of his mouth turned up and his heart blossomed with joy. ‘What a surprise!’ Unexpectedly, after Cloning was upgraded from level 3 to level 4, instead of adding one clone to make it a total of four, as he originally thought, it would directly give him six more to make it a total of nine clones. ‘10 thousand lavish points to have 6 more clones, so it also means 6 beginner Supreme Overlords, right?

All of them were wrong. "Welcome to the real Crimson Moon Academy," Director Frost said, her voice carrying despite the distance. "Or should I say, welcome to the birthplace of the new world." "Let them go," I demanded, indicating the tubes. "Let them go?" She laughed. "Dear child, they're already gone. These are just shells, genetic templates for the next phase. You stabilized the random transformations, yes, but imagine if we could control it completely. Design the perfect hybrid. Create soldiers, workers, breeders—"

If not that Oliver trusted his late wife, Emmy, he would have doubted that Megan was his. When Megan was eight, Her grandfather and members of the pack, had concluded that she was a bastard. To keep his daughter, who is a clone of his late wife, Oliver had reluctantly agreed to let the pack's shaman perform an ancient ritual on her. This ritual is a 'No-way-back' kind of ritual. If during the ritual, the child turned out to be a bastard or half human or half vampire, the child would be instantly killed by the Moon mother. Megan survived, and everyone was forced to shut their mouths and mind their businesses.

I couldn't believe my eyes. "I'm not sure what you mean. I think it's very straightforward once you get the chemistry of the hormones." Dr Dawson said, the smirk on his face was a bit unsettling as he turned to me. "It's all natural if you think about it. Our team has created a supplement that will make any alpha immediately rush into it's mating drive. There's nothing wrong with augmenting their existing nature."

He reported and I just walked out. A few hours later, we returned, and I decided to retire to bed for the day. I was getting depressed with each hour that passed. I slammed my door shut and hopped on the large bed, ready to close my eyes only for a knock to widen them. "Okay, what is it?" I said and beta Joe walked in looking distressed. "There's a problem Alpha! The weapons at the southern end of the Blood Moon pack have just been stolen." He reported and I jumped out of the bed in shock.

He gulps the last of his water, crushes the empty bottle in his hand until it scrunches into a ball, then hurls the fisted plastic into the farthest depth of the forests beyond us at inhuman speed. The baritone in his voice drops a notch below. “We’ll end him.” I'm about to ask what the plan will be in detail, when my mind drifts to the date of the next full moon. Only a few days away now, the date coincides with… the night of the School's Winter Formal. Shane balls both his hands into fists, inhaling, then stares up at the reddening sky. “Dreadborn will fall on the next full moon. I'll make damn certain of it.”

Kylah: No. Kylah: I dropped my coffee. Anya: Valid. Me: Finals are over. Anya: SHE LIVES. Shane: Pizza tonight. Kylah: Wait. Everyone? Shane: Everyone. Anya: Are we including grumpy wolf boy? Ollie: I'm literally in this chat. Anya: That doesn't answer my question. Ollie: Yes. Me: Miracles do happen. Ollie: Don't make me revoke your pizza privileges.

Cassian shouted from above, rallying the group: “Focus! Remember the Moonbearer’s guidance! Harmony and balance, not brute force!” Luna felt the Moonfire thrumming through her, the pulse of the twenty moons resonating in her chest. She stepped forward, raising her hands, weaving a spiral of silver and golden light. The energy formed a radiant barrier around her and expanded outward, colliding with the shadowed clones. The clones hissed and recoiled, melting back into molten smoke. One shrieked, splitting again into smaller, faster forms. Luna’s protective sphere wavered, the heat and raw energy threatening to destabilize it.