Clone Trooper Gregor の小説・ストーリー

Gabi asked and Sam pulled her chair closer to him and wrapped around her to provide her support. “Sorry, Gabi. But I haven’t been able to find out anything different. I couldn’t find much about his upbringing, or anything. I talked to the Rogue elders and even they said he was a bit of a mystery. From what they said he bounced around a lot from different Rogue camps. But they all say that he was a great warrior and a great guy all around. Never broke a law. So,” Antony trailed off. “So other than what Savenia and Lucy are saying, he's clean? That doesn’t mean that he hasn’t turned. Have you heard anything since he left about his doings?” Gabi asked and I turned questioningly towards Levi, be

"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.

“Who is he?“ Gregor snickered, “who do you think you are to—” “Five.“ Killan began, setting the vase on a safe space, “four, three, two—” “Alright, I'm going.“ Gregor hurried towards the door, waking with a tail in-between his legs, “but if I don't get it before the end of the day, I'm throwing you out!“ He then slammed the door hard. Killan stared at me for a brief second before returning back to the kitchen like nothing had happened, but I wasn't just going to sweep this under the carpet and act like it wasn't a big deal. I followed him into the kitchen and grabbed his arm, “Who are you really?“

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.

Greg was a lion. ” Welcome to my Empire. ” Greg said creepily but softly , turning at the same time. His curly hair, deep eyes and an intimidating height that marched with his bodybuild gave him the air no one would resist. But no! Tracy was not one to be intimidated. She braced her shoulders. ” Good morning, Greg Knox. ” She greeted him , maintaining her pose. Greg grinned vaguely. ” My name is Trevor Holt. And I am the emperor of this empire.” Tracy was shaken. Was she mistaking him for someone else?

well, it looks like a forgery of a Belarusian trade envoy pass. "Gregor," I say. "Just Gregor?" Enzo asks from the doorway. He’s been listening, cleaning soot from his hands with a wet wipe. "No last name. Forged documents," Wong says, running a quick search. "I’m getting zero hits on a Gregor matching this description in any public database. It would be easier if we had a full name. Right now he’s a ghost." "He’s not a ghost," I correct. "He’s a cleaner. A specialist. A very real person of flesh and blood who will bleed freely when I get hold of him."

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.