Clone Trooper Gregor Novels & Stories

He was so focused on his work and problems that even during his softest moments, worries were still there. “So how was your trip to Crescent Grove?” I asked to distract him. He paused briefly with his strong jaw tightening and his usual confidence fading a bit. “When we got there my dear,” he said with his voice serious, “the rogue forces had already attacked the village. It was…a slaughter.” His shoulders drooped with the burden of his duty heavy on him. “My warriors rode bravely, but it was too late for the village. We managed to save a little girl but…“ His voice faded as he was unable to express the depth of the nightmare he had seen.

Without asking another question Johnson left the room. Archer huffed, standing up and pacing the room. The lack of signal pissed him off, there was another way to reach her though. He headed over to the main office, nodding to Cpl Brown who was sat at the desk typing away. The office was situated off of the long corridor that lined the centre of the building. Brown nodded back in acknowledgement as Archer took the satellite phone off the desk. Cpl Brown was their tech guy, his hacking skills were the best in the regiment. A very quiet guy, who never had much to say. Archer respected his silence, knowing anytime that Brown would speak it was because it was important. Archer punched in Cara’s

His amber eyes darted to Kieran, asking for his opinion as though he was always concerned and innocent. Kieran took a while to reply. The tempest in his silver eyes was obvious, yet his face was unreadable. "We look into it," he added in a harsh voice. "And we start from her." He said, turning his grim gaze towards me, making my stomach churn. Gregor moved in between us before I could reply. He answered sternly, "No." "The message is where we begin." I blinked. "Notice?" Gregor gave the warrior's corpse a nod. "Hurn him over."

I tell him, stunned at the stark difference. “It’s a long story,” he tells me “This is Tristan ScarClaw,” he introduces the tall and lean werecat standing beside him. A pale-skinned shifter with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Slightly older than Hunji. I greet him feeling a comforting presence surrounding him. “And this is Gregorio,” “Very nice to meet you both,” I greet the bulky bear shifter named Gregorio, his skin tone tanned and his eyes a dark hazel brown. Both men have strange accents, but an accent I could listen to all day.

The outcomes aren’t looking good. "Alpha," Sentinel Tegan approaches with a scroll in his hand. "Two moons after the Luna's expectant state was declared, there was an entry in the patrol logs. A rogue crossed the border near the eastern ridge. His visit was to the Packhouse." My stomach tightens. "Name?" "Greg," he says. My breath leaves my lungs in a slow exhale. Greg. The rogue who now claims the child as theirs. The rogue who has always harbored a deep hatred for our pack. Who has always led the rogues into battle in my territory. I push off the wall, pacing the room. The evidence stacks against Bella, brick by damning brick.

Who were they? My fingers flew over the console, hacking further, pushing more. The encryption fought back. So did my fear. Gregor’s rage was coming. I felt it in my bones. Valenticia's voice boomed through the streets again - Traitor Exposed, previously recorded, now playing live, as fine a declaration as any fanfare from a rooftop bugle. She was shaking Gregor’s world. And I had promised to defend her. Even if she had to risk him once more. Even if everything was burned to the ground.

We were too caught up in each other to notice. Gregor smirks and looks past me. “Return home. The time has not yet come,” Gregor commands in a bombing voice. A stampede of sounds and the earth shakes as they all sprint toward the mountain, leaving Gregor to fend for himself. “That was but a sixteenth of my forces. There’s many more where they came from.” Gregor says and laughs hysterically. “What is it you want?”

He was the first-born son of Alpha Euandros Kouris of the Moon Stone Pack in Greece. We don’t know how Silas connected with him, but he had been building his own pack of rogues for quite a few years. Gamma thanked me for my help and sent me back to my mate as he and the others decided to take this new information to Silas for further interrogation. The walk back to our cottage was peaceful, and although I was beyond exhausted, I enjoyed the fresh air and the sounds of birds chirping in the trees. The sun was high in the sky, but the fall weather was already moving in, so it didn’t feel as warm as it had last week.

The whip cracked again, another scream filling the space. "Start talking." I ordered. "Who the fuck sold off a box of R2 and three boxes of R3 to Galaxy XX without my approval?" One of the men, a rat-faced bastard named Gregor, spat blood onto the floor. "We didn’t do it, boss. I swear—” The second he denied it, I raised my gun and fired a single shot into the ground beside his knee. He flinched, but I noticed the way his hands clenched into fists.

Above, the Blood Moon flickered and for a moment, it was just a moon again. The mill was silent, a broken old building. Liora swayed, drained, the glow on her forehead faded, she had won, not with weapons, but with deep healing. But then a figure sprang from the dark. Gregor, broken in mind, wild-eyed and he held a jagged wood shard. “You! You stole everything, my power, my son, my world!” He pushed the shard deep into Liora’s back. She cried out and dropped to her knees, the last sound she heard was Ash’s roar