Clone Trooper Gregor Novels & Stories

Damian asked, voice tight. "Safe with Aunty Dora in secure room. But Gregor's enhanced enough that standard protection might not hold." "Then we get there faster." The car accelerated impossibly, Damian's tactical awareness navigating at speeds that would terrify baseline drivers. Elena's phone buzzed. She answered in rapid Russian, her expression darkening. "Two of my operatives are intercepting Gregor. They'll contain him before he reaches your daughter." "Why would they help us?" I asked.

" 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

’ Gregor asks me. ‘Take him out,’ I say and Gregor leaps, landing on top of the tipsy Beta. Gregor slams his teeth on the back of the Beta’s neck and I hear the snap of bones as his neck breaks. He howls as his body collapses, but it's a muted sound, one that doesn't raise any alarms. ‘Rip his head off. I want this done quickly,’ I tell Gregor as my warriors begin to easily take out the warriors around us.

But the niggling doubt was driving me mad. “Poor little clone,” Felicia whispered into my mind, “do you really think he'll still love you when he knows what you are?” “Yes!” I snapped. “You don't know him. He doesn't care about that.” “Oh don't I?" she laughed derisively. “Gregor, the last of the keepers, failed assassin, and traitor to the crown.” “Why do you call him a traitor?” I asked. “He has done nothing but work to put the rightful heir back on the Lobotian throne.”

Or worse — leave me with those men with empty eyes, who didn’t seem to have the slightest hesitation in using violence. “I don’t know exactly where he is,” I began, my voice trembling. “But I know someone who might be able to find out. Someone who has access to his communication system. Not directly, but… through transactions. Through payments. Tristan is careful, but he’s not invisible. Everything he spends leaves a trail.” “Who?” “A man. His name is Gregor. He works with cryptocurrencies and financial tracking. He’s discreet. Expensive. But efficient.” I lied about the last part. Gregor was efficient, yes, but not reliable. He worked for whoever paid more. And Cassius paid a lot.

Caden held very still. "I have been an Alpha for twenty years," Gregor said. "I know what a scent mask is and what it covers and what happens when the compound weakens under stress." He looked at the document again. "I also know what it means that someone walked into The Hollow alone and got four people out with the guards neutralised and the signal sent in under twenty minutes." He paused. "Your mate is not ordinary." "No," Caden said. "She's not." Gregor picked up the document.

Their displays of respect and loyalty as I passed were both humbling and heartening. One of our more seasoned warriors, Gregor, greeted me with a respectful nod. He had a bandage wrapped around his arm from a recent skirmish. "Alpha Dante," he said with a deep voice, "your visit brightens our day." I reciprocated his nod. "Gregor, how's the arm? Is the healer taking good care of you?" He chuckled lightly, a sign of his resilience. "Indeed, Alpha. The pain is subsiding, thanks to her skills."

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

Liam I went out to every site my warriors were claiming to pick up rogue scents. I quickly noticed they were laced with Wulver, though. I clearly hadn’t been the only one thinking we needed to loop a rogue in on our cause. “Chandler’s mate,” Gregory confirmed, coming up next to me. “She came down with him.” I cocked an eyebrow. “I’m surprised he found his way out of his hiding spot.” Gregory smirked. “You know as well as anyone that not everyone needs to be combative to be useful. How many times has information he passed on saved the day?”

“What is the meaning of this, Alpha Gregor?” Gregor's icy blue eyes turned to me then went over my shoulders to where Darius sat. “The guards at the border informed me of something so I came to inform you, my King, that harboring a traitor—the traitor wanted across lycara—is an act of betrayal against our people,” Gregor said, voice dark. “And I will not stand for it.” Xander's lips curled slightly at the audacity of Gregor. “You will not stand for it?”