Wolffe Clone Trooper Romane & Geschichten

I am screwed. Seeing it approach, a wolf from my pack gets alert and starts running over to me. He looks at me and growls, as if signalling me to run away but I can't. My feet are trapped in one place. The wolf jumps over the livid rogue, successfully trapping him in place as his claws rake over the rogue's back. In a jiffy, the rogue is able to flip them around and the wolf from my pack is now under him. A rogue over powered a healthy wolf? How is that possible?

The clone moved like a shadow, fluid, silent, precise. Olivia reached the corridor outside the R&D vault. The clone stood at the door, trying to override the lock. It turned when it sensed her. Olivia froze. This one was different. Same build. Same face. But older. Calmer. Eyes soft. Expression almost human. “Version 6.0,” Olivia whispered. The clone blinked. “You shouldn’t be here,” it said. “You’re the unfinished prototype.” “Yes.” “What do you want?” The clone stepped forward slowly. “To end the cycle. To end the war. To end the versions.”

“Behind this terminal is a vault with everything you’ll need. Medical files. Financial records. Experiment data. Names. Dates. Everything. But be careful—Voss has eyes everywhere. And if Samuel Wolfe is still alive, he will stop at nothing to keep this buried.” The screen went black. Rosa found the hidden latch and opened the metal casing behind the desk. Inside were boxes and hard drives labeled meticulously: Project Sovereign, Clone Initiative, Behavioral Reprogramming, Sophie Variant Alpha, and more. Elena’s breath caught. “They weren’t just experimenting on Sophie. They were trying to replicate her.” Grayson’s hand tightened on her shoulder. “That girl we saw… Rose. She was a clone.” Ros

Ash. His back was to her, but it was unmistakable—the broad shoulders, the dark hair, the way he stood with military precision. He was clad in the armor of a general, his raven-crest insignia gleaming in the candlelight. She could feel the breath catch in her chest, her heart thudding painfully against her ribs. Was it really him? Was he here, in front of her, as the empire’s prized weapon? Nia took a step forward, her feet moving of their own accord. But before she could close the distance, a chill swept through her. The hairs on her neck stood on end as if her wolf soul recognized him even before she could see his eyes.

The clone screamed, not in pain, but rage. Alexander staggered to his feet, grabbing a steel rod from the wreckage. “Hey!” he shouted. “You forgot something, me.” He swung with every ounce of strength left in him. The blow connected, shattering the side of the clone’s face. Silver fluid spilled like mercury. But AX-01 only smiled. “You can’t kill what’s better than you.” “Watch me.” Evelyn saw the warning too late. The clone moved in a blur, slamming Alexander back into the control unit. Sparks exploded as systems overloaded.

A massive bear-kin warrior stepped forward, swinging a jagged obsidian spear at the chest of the closest clone. The thick stone blade impaled the grey-skinned monstrosity perfectly through the sternum. The clone did not even flinch. It grabbed the shaft of the spear and violently snapped it in half. The wound in its chest knit together in a fraction of a second, the pale flesh aggressively regenerating around the broken stone tip. The clone stepped inside the bearkin's reach and drove a fist into the warrior's ribs, a blow so fast and heavy it sounded like a cannon shot.

Lucas and I follow suit and we walk toward one another. The other wolves are both male and they look at Lucas while the leader speaks, “Beta, why are you on our lands?” Lucas talks with confidence, “Good evening, Alpha Mock. My pack member and I are looking for the Zobs. They are in your lands and attacked us yesterday.” Alpha Mock looks at the man with him, “Yes, we managed to get them off our lands. They are now back on Hail Wire lands. Why would you look for them?” Lucas looks at me, but I say nothing. I don’t know what to say when it comes to Werewolf matters.

As soon as two wolves made their appearance, I sprinted down, noting instantly who they were as their scents permeated the air. They stopped in their tracks at the sight of me. Yes! The plan was working! Jasmine sprinted down the hill, coming in with her sneak attack, pouncing and digging her claws into Alpha Vic's back. He was like a wild bronco as he tried to throw her off, but Jasmine was so fucking good, and kept a good hold on him, not allowing him to knock her off. Even pregnant, she was a badass.

I can't imagine them infiltrating into our homes and hurting my Sophia. "It doesn't matter the hour we get back, I am going to see her." My wolf and I crave to feel her soft touch. I need to see her to help clear my head from what I had seen and experienced earlier. "Your leg, are you okay?" Owen had his leg dislocated by one of the rogues. "Yeah, it should be back to normal in the morning." I nodded glancing around the room. Seems like we are the only ones who aren't busy.

“I have eyes on Daniel Locke or John Locke, whichever name you know him as. I mean their captain, you know. I have my disguise on and I am pretending to be someone interested in his club parties. I have only sneaked into the toilet to make this report. I will be following him and a couple of ignorant folks to the club. I will send the address on getting there.” “Are you sure he doesn’t recognize you as his former team mate in the Delta Force?” I asked calmly. “No, he doesn’t for sure,” Wolf replied. “I have a disguise on and it looks convincing enough. I won’t follow him around too much so he won’t suspect me. I will rather go closer to people he is on good terms with.” “Fine,” I replied. “Y