Clone Trooper Gregor Novels & Stories

"This is a rogue pack. We run by our own rules here. The rest of our kind have all kicked us out, shunned us from their traditions so here we are." "How do I trust you? I've seen what your kind has done. All those people you've killed." His eyes harden as he stared at me. "Look, we're not the only rogue pack out here. I can tell you that we are not the savage kind. We have killed a few hunters over the past few years but not recently." "It's a lot to take in," I said and he nodded as he stood up. "I'll someone come and bring you food until I'm certain that you won't try to run or harm us," he said before he left the room.

I paced my dimly lit chamber, my boots striking the stone floor with deliberate force. The torches along the walls cast erratic shadows, flickering like the chaos inside my mind. “ Gregor,” I growled, turning sharply to face him. He stood as still as a statue, arms crossed over his chest, his scarred face unreadable in the dim light. I could trust Gregor because his loyalty was unshakable, and his strength unparalleled. “They have successfully defeated the previous batch of Hunters, I hope you sent more men,” I said, my voice low but taut with anger.

He was one of the elite warriors, one of the men my father trusted. “Alpha Cassian,” he bowed stiffly. “You may not remember me but I’m one of your father’s trusted men.” I nodded absently. “What’s your name again?” The man blinked, stunned. “Gregor, Alpha.” I nodded again. “Right.” I studied him for a moment, my gaze scrutinizing. Gregor shifted uncomfortably under my gaze. Mrs Alanna made a strange choking noise beside him. I glanced at her. She was staring at the ground again, looking like she wanted the earth to swallow her whole.

Kit recoiled at first, as if his skin couldn't bear the touch of hers, not now that they both knew the truth. Cousins, yes … but also brother and sister. In blood as well as in spirit. "All right, you're out," Uncle Chet said. "What are you going to do? Kill me?" "I spent almost twenty years in prison," Gregor said. "The way I see it, fate owes me at least one. That's you, Hollister. But before I shoot you, I want you to tell them the rest of it." "No." "Tell them!" "Go ahead and shoot me."

“Great. I’m Gregor, Alpha Warren’s beta. I’m on a supply run through to the veil. You can follow me, I know all the shortcuts, and with me along you won’t be stopped at the barrier.” That was actually convenient. I nodded to acknowledge him and climbed back into my car. Zara was already in the back seat, buckling herself in. Kieran waved cheerfully up at the watchtower then joined us. The ride was long and uneventful. After several hours, we reached the border of the Warren pack territory and the barrier that separated our world from the humans. The truck pulled to a stop, and I parked next to it. “Well, there ya go,” Gregor said, motioning towards the barrier. “Don’t look like much, does it

My own wolf inside me whimpered, cowering at the sheer dominance rolling off him. Gregor didn’t speak at first. He simply yanked a limp Black Fang warrior off the ground, stripped him of his tactical uniform, and without a blink, started putting on the blood-stained gear like it was just another Tuesday. He dressed quickly. Then his golden eyes snapped to me, sharp and burning. He stalked toward the Kia, boots sinking into the mud, and ripped the door open. With a movement too quick, too precise, he tossed a smaller uniform—clearly from one of the dead men—into my lap.

Tucker remained silent as he was not going to argue with the king about his wife. There was a long and uncomfortable silence until Tucker spoke again, this time he spoke only to Gregory: “Your Majesty, we found six Trobetians in the woods at noon.” Gregory violently smashed his right fist against the table. Trobetians were people from the Trobet Kingdom. I knew almost nothing about them, the same way I did not know anything about Dranda before I came here, so I had no idea why Gregory was mad about finding Trobetians in the forest.

Kael ordered Tristan to take care of them while he took a quick search throughout the prison. All of the cells he had passed through were empty. But then he suddenly stopped when he sensed three prisoners from the last prison cell ahead. As he came to the bars, his eyes spread wide open. “What the hell are you three doing here?” Kael raised an eyebrow, seeing the two Forgotten Winter members locked up in the cell along with Chief Gregor. One member was the Chief’s son while the other one was the green-eyed archer. “Kael?” Gregor’s face darkened. “We were taken here by Lucas. I can’t believe your brother would reach this insanity … just to get the power he wanted. What about you? Why are you

Whatever was going through her mind was cold and cruel. "Real soon," Connor added as he walked out of the house and joined his sister. I gave them one last wave and they walked away from our house to do what needed to be done while I turned my attention back to Luca and the new guy who was in our living room now. "Who were they?" Luca asked monotonously. "Just friends," I shrugged. "They were rogues. They shouldn't have been in the territory," Luca growled. He may have been my sister's Third in Command but that didn't give him the right to go all wolf on my ass. Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself.

" It's time to go, we are expected." I looked outward to find that indeed it was. There was Elsa, Rayan, Pamela, and a few other people I had never met. I understood that the hour was serious because of the strained faces and I bit my lip. It must have been ugly, they found the mutants? But why are they so calm? Shouldn't they fight them? Or as I can see from afar, they've parked them in this huge pit they're standing on the edge of. I sighed as I looked at Greg who had already put on his silver mask before walking closer to him and fixing it. If I understood the situation perfectly, Greg has a double life and Greg Travis is a borrowed name. Even if he told me that it is the one he most iden