Wolffe Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

He saw how others limped around even if they weren’t as injured as him. “No, I’m a robot from the future.” Wolfram only smiled and winked at the child. The other children also giggled at the strange joke. Some parents also chuckled. Delta would say something, but her hypersensitivity during unsafe made her scream as she ducked. A man in a gas mask showed up again and aimed his assault rifle at them. It’s just that Wolfram grew more alert now that it was dark. Swish! He threw the remaining blade hidden in his arms and struck the blade deep into the man’s head. Even if he pressed the trigger, everyone had ducked down at Delta’s warning.

It is the law of the moon and the land. My sensitive wolf ears pick up a subtle movement of disturbed brackish water only seconds before a larger splash and a yelp cuts through the swamp. I turn to see a large dark wolf lunging at the member of our pack at the back, my packmate and kin, Wolfe. The attack comes quick and viciously, and the rogue’s jaws clamp down upon Wolf’s neck and drags him beneath the murk. Wolfe thrashes as he goes down and the other creatures in the water flee. It is as if a wraith of shadows has dragged the wolf down into the darkness. Clay, Hawke, and our head beta are closest to our fallen brother and give chase, diving down below the water, while Hollis and Leif ant

"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.

His body spasmed until his legs kicked out from under him, and he slumped beside the rogue, convulsing like the others. My heart splintered for our warriors at the dismal memory, and I turned away. “If I can't shoot them, what the hell am I supposed to do?” A gray Elite wolf tackled a rogue near the jogging path. He quickly overpowered him and clamped his jaws on the intruder’s leg. They hit the concrete hard. Then the gray wolf released his bite and flashed his head twice before he convulsed. His body jerked violently, and his paws scraped uselessly against the pavement.

Then, Max appeared with a dozen other bodyguards from all directions. They were Ambrose's true confidants. They were the most skillful combatants who were handpicked from the Hamilton training ground. Some of them blocked the attacks from the clones. Meanwhile, the rest completed the outflank to block Twilight's path. Seeing how the bodyguards had defeated the clones, Twilight hurriedly pressed some buttons on the device that she wore on her wrist. When they were created, every clone had been implanted with a microchip in their body. The microchip was connected to the clones' central nervous system.

I slam the dorm room door shut behind me and toss my cleaning bag to the floor like it burned me. Damien Wolfe is the devil. A very fine, very rich, tattooed devil… but still. The devil. I flop face-first onto my bed and groan into my pillow. My thighs are still trembling—and not from exhaustion. I hate that a single touch from him turns me into this… mess. This overheated, overstimulated, overthinking mess. And the worst part?

He looked at me, and for a second, the Alpha pride masked the pain. ​"I can walk," he told me before I could offer an arm. ​"Fine. Don't fall." ​The cutters opened their cargo ramps. Marcus and his Vanguard had brought six massive Wildland wolves—feral beasts they’d captured and broken years ago, easily five feet at the shoulder, covered in thick, white armor-fur. They were the only things durable enough to run through the dead zone without dissolving. ​I mounted the largest male. Kaelen climbed onto the female right next to me, gripping the reins with hands that I could see were shaking. Alaric and Marcus took the lead on the other four, flanked by a dozen of the elite Shadow Legion.

With every fiber of her being, she focused on embracing her werewolf side, allowing it to become the dominant force. As the transformation neared completion, Chloe opened her eyes, revealing a gaze that held both human compassion and the primal instincts of a wolf. She had become something extraordinary—a harmonious blend of human and beast, embracing her true self without fear. In a final surge of determination, Chloe let out a primal roar, breaking free from the reaper's grasp. Her transformation was complete, and she stood before them as a fully realized werewolf. Her eyes sparkled with newfound clarity, and her posture exuded confidence.

When I wouldn't move, he pushed past me and into the corridor until he locked himself away in one of the cages. "Grey, what is it?" "The wolfsbane..." He looked down at his hands, trying the cage before burns were left on his palms. "I can't control it...Please...go..." He struggled to speak in the fracture between humanity and beast. "I'm not going..." "I will kill you! I want to, Elodie. Please...GO!" He growled as I reached forward with a hand to his cheek. "I'm. Not. Leaving." But I also didn't want to bleed out for the rage behind his eyes.

Beside her, Rafael flanked right, scanning with his weapon raised. “She’s here,” Sophia whispered. “I can feel it.” They reached a clearing—moonlight catching on something pale crouched in the tall grass. Sophia stepped forward slowly, heart pounding. And then she saw her. The prototype stood perfectly still, head tilted, studying Sophia like a mirror looking back. “You are obsolete,” the clone said softly. “I am the evolution.” Sophia narrowed her eyes. “You’re a puppet on a leash.” “She’s fast,” Rafael warned.