Wolffe Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

She was telling him the truth. If this thing between them that had blasted out of nowhere like a space capsule and hit them both with the force of a runaway train was to work, then the Volkas would need to accept her. She hated to think what would happen if they didn't. It wasn't only Jamie's misgivings that had to be set to rest. She needed to know if Mike Volka was indeed wolf and which pack he descended from. Settling herself in her chair, she lifted her glass of wine, needing the drink to settle her nerves.

"But yes. We are going to drug him. But that's not your issue. Just focus on Mr. Wolfe." Chloe frowned as she was dragged towards the doors of the VIP suite. Two males that had shoulders as wide as the door and just as tall as it were guarding the empty hallway. They appeared to just be loitering but as she got close, Chloe could see their eyes watching everything around them. They weren't Nathaniel's men. They were too muscular to be. These were wolves that trained hard to be the ultimate apex predator. They didn't need guns to protect themselves. There was a wildness to them as well, as if they were made of petrichor, earth and rock from the unforgiving mountains. Chloe had the sudden urge

Werewolves differed from regular wolves not just in size and strength but also in the terrifying aura they exuded, capable of paralyzing one's soul and rendering them immobile, almost as if trapped in a trance. Slav tore through the hunters, launching them into the air with powerful swipes of his massive paws and head. He slammed into the van, causing it to jolt backward. The person in the passenger seat, likely a higher-ranking individual, desperately pounded on the partition separating them from the trunk. "Release Project 129 immediately! Contact headquarters and have them broadcast announcements on television. This situation has spiraled out of control."

"Hunter-killer drones. Standard patrol for the lower levels." "If they see us," Wolfy warned, his voice tight, "they signal the hive. We will be swarmed." "I can smash them," Viggo offered. He hefted a length of pipe he had scavenged. His knuckles were white, the veins in his forearms pulsing. "Too loud," Neoma said. "And the kinetic impact will trigger the sensors." She moved to the front. She didn't draw her knife. She held out her hands.

Troi had grabbed the bottom half of the wolf in her massive jaws and snapped him in half. That was one way to do it. I turned to the next group of rogues, Troi on my heels. They turned and ran away from me. Troi chased them happily, and then coughed fire at them. Two of them ignited immediately and within seconds, only ashes were left of them. She came trotting back to me and I nuzzled her. She was a good girl.

She snapped her fingers. Push. A focused blast of air slammed the trooper backward. He flew off the platform and landed in a pile of sawdust with a muffled crunch. The second trooper raised his rifle. Tristan stepped out of the mist. He grabbed the barrel of the rifle. The white veins flared. The rifle’s power cell drained instantly. The weapon went dead. The trooper pulled the trigger. Click. "Battery issue?" Tristan asked politely. He punched the trooper. It wasn't a normal punch. He released a kinetic burst of the absorbed wolf-energy on impact.

See if we can’t get him to do it to at least 2 people. The last one that stood out was an older guy, Alfie. He could degenerate anything he touched. He also had very good fighting abilities. It was pretty stressful making sure his palms never touched me. He made that fight really hard. He told me he had heard of me before from his dad during our last war. Apparently I had made a lasting impression on his dad and that’s why he decided to join me in this war. I absorbed my clones back into me and as I figured I ended up with the worst migraine. I started to feel dizzy trying to find something to lean on. Lucas was there in an instant.

“Then let’s move.” She turned to the other five of her handpicked soldiers. Wolves she trusted with her life. Three were already in full wolf form, eyes glowing faintly like embers beneath their fur. “We move as a pack,” she said. “Devon, take the lead. Franco, stay close.” Franco nodded once, already sliding a sleek matte-black cloak over his back, pulling out both of his custom dual firearms—steel-forged with wolfsbane-infused silver barrels, laser-focused, quiet and deadly. He checked them once. Snapped them shut.

The heavy blow knocked Vance off his feet, sending him crashing hard onto his back against the stone deck. At the exact same instant, all thirty-six clone brothers pushed themselves up off the floor in one massive, synchronized wave of motion. The eight Vanguard guards froze in total shock. They had spent months handling passive, broken clones in dark lab cells. They had never seen thirty-six full-grown, free men moving together with absolute speed and deadly focus. Luke leaped onto the nearest guard, grabbing the man's rifle barrel and twisting it upward before the guard could press the trigger. With a sharp snap, Luke disarmed the man and threw him back against the truck tire.

I fought against the restraints, but they held tightly. “I already said this before…you new gen wolves are dumb,” she muttered. Before I could respond, her form shifted again. This time—it wore my face. “I’ll do well to send my regards to your father,” my clone said, leaving me fighting the shadows as he walked away. ********