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.

"Uncle Jeff!" He caught her one-armed, his other hand reaching for me. I grabbed it, pulling Mara close as Jeff pressed his forehead to mine. "Told you I'd come back," he rasped. Voss's laugh bubbled with blood. "How touching. But it changes nothing." She tapped her ear. "Activate Protocol Phoenix." The ground trembled. From the burning ryokan, a dozen figures emerged— All with my face. The clones moved in eerie synchronization, their glowing blue eyes fixed on us. Jeff pushed Lena behind him, his rifle swinging toward the approaching figures.

he whispered. “She’s me,” Chaewon said. “And I’m not ready to forgive her.” “You don’t have to,” Jian replied. “You just have to survive her.” She looked up at him, and saw the truth now..He wasn’t a clone. He wasn’t perfect. He was flawed and that made him hers. __AN UNKNOWN LOCATION__ The clone sat on a throne of code—dozens of children kneeling before him. Red Web’s true army. He watched the footage of the Vesper explosion. Paused on Chaewon’s face. Then turned to his general. “It’s time.”

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.

“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.

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.

Outside the police convoy stopped in front of Knight Group headquarters. The door of the lead armored truck opened. A tall officer stepped out. Wearing tactical armor. And carrying a sniper rifle. Leo zoomed the camera. The name badge became visible. Captain Adrian Wolfe. The man lifted the rifle and aimed directly at Colonel Vale. And suddenly the entire battlefield changed.