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.

His name was Gregor, and from the way Jack spoke about him, it seemed like the Gamma had been hard to find—living off the grid, hiding away from the past he had helped create. We traveled together to Gregor’s small, rundown home. The journey was quiet, the air thick with tension. Jack had been silent most of the way, and I could feel the weight of what we were about to do pressing down on both of us. As we reached the front door, Jack knocked twice, and we waited. After a moment, the door creaked open, revealing an older man with graying hair and tired eyes. "Gregor," Jack said, his voice low. "We need to talk."

"Alpha, we found one of the rogues that was injured in the attack. He's still alive, but barely." We rushed over to the injured rogue, who was lying in a pool of his own blood. His breathing was labored and his eyes were filled with fear. "Who did this?" I demanded, my voice taking on a dangerous edge. The rogue hesitated , but before he could say anyword he collapsed and died. "There is something more to this" I kicked the already limp body and walked out of the forest area. A masculine figure appeared, sauntering over the packs territory heading towards the direction we were coming from. Zane growled ready to take action and Matthew cracked his knuckles.

I stood in shock awaiting the grim reaper I saw coming out of the car to announce my time of death until the reaper transformed into Greg. “Greg…?” Greg stood grisly and cold. An expression I have never seen on him. “Greg…" “Have you become immortal?” I looked at my helmet on the ground and his eyes followed. “Whatever," he said. "Go die elsewhere and move it!” I made to take his hand, but he took a step back. “Greg…?” “I don’t want to hear a thing,” he said and turned to return to the car. “I am sorry!” “I said I don’t want to hear it!” He stormed back to me and shoved me as hard as he could.

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.

I greeted as politely as I could I couldn't believe that I was actually going to TALK to rogues when I naturally preferred killing them The male who stood at the forefront of the group with shaggy blond hair replied my greeting; "Hello, Alpha Greyson. My name is Greg and it's an honour to meet you in person" I tried not to let my ego inflate due to his words, reminding myself to focus on the goal "It's.....nice to meet you, Greg. I'm quite thankful that you all are willing to call a truce and prevent a pointless war that will cause nothing but unnecessary death and bloodshed" I looked from one rogue to the other as I spoke

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.

I didn’t like the way he teased me but I couldn’t imagine coming here and not seeing him doing something gross or hearing him call me bro but as much as I wanted it to not be true, he was dead, the only question I had now was; how? ‘Is anyone going to tell me what happened?’ I asked They all remained the same; mummified and I thought I was going to have to force it out of them when Travis spoke. ‘It was some dude from the scorpion, at least that’s what Greg’s niggas think. They’ve been at war with the metals, Greg’s crew for months, mostly with him over some petty territorial shit and they wanted him out. The attack was for him but we four were together at the gull and when Tyler saw him pul