Clone Trooper Gregor Novels & Stories

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.

Her voice had no surety, only resolve. They went to Gregor’s meeting hall, and the door was locked. They heard his voice, low and fierce. “…my plan… my right… the strong survive… the witch’s lies…” Ash pushed the door open with his good shoulder. Ronan helped. Gregor sat in a corner, scrolls of Eldritch Code scattered. He carved the floor with a stone shard. His eyes were wild, empty. The Scourge hadn’t won him, truth had broken him and his legacy was the dark that claimed him.

Even at times like this, I was still happy to be with Bruce. **Back at the villa, Bruce and I resumed boss and secretary mode. Bruce had stressed that he would find Gregor by all means and deal with him. I agreed with that. If Gregor had done half the things he bragged about, he should be rotting in jail, not terrorizing humans. “Do you remember his surname?” Bruce asked. “Of course!” I replied firmly. “His full name is Gregor Mance. He seemed to be from a wealthy background.”

Specifically. "Stand down," Liam orders his wolves. To Gregor he says, "State your business." Gregor doesn't answer immediately. He looks past the Alphas. Past the warriors. His eyes find me on the porch. Old eyes. Haunted. Full of guilt and something that looks like grief. Then he does something that makes every wolf in the territory freeze. He kneels. Not a crouch. Not a bow. He drops to both knees in the dirt in front of Alpha Marcus. In front of Liam. An Alpha. Kneeling.

, Gregor explains, looking me over. "But, I am your son's mate, so if you truly care about him, you wouldn't do anything to mess that up because I guarantee if you harm me or kidnap me, he will kill you with no remorse," I tell him hoping that works. "HAHA!" Gregor laughs in my face. "You think I care about him. That is cute. I was talking about Alaric," His says as his eyes bore a hole through me. "Alaric was crazy, he tried to kill me, and Malachi did what he had to," I say, hoping someone would come looking for me. "I see what Alaric saw in you, your special, and would make a proper Luna. The way you tackled me into the hall shows how ruthless you are, and I need a good woman by my side",

Greg felt regretful when he thought about the potential of attracting the police's attention if too many people went missing. If he knew this would be the case, he would not have used that guy in the first place. Now, the Jonan clan was in trouble, and things would likely get worse. Greg did not dare to stay. He went straight for the lobby and told Walton what the Holy One said. Walton was also a cultivator, but he was lousy, being stuck at the pre-Ambience level.

He returned my hug and gently stroked my back. "I'm here. You're safe now," he whispered softly while still hugging me. "I don't believe that Raina loves you, Evo Mondragon. We had a long relationship and she won't easily forget what we shared," Greg said firmly as he slowly stood up and then wiped the blood from his split lip with his finger. He couldn't retaliate against Evo because Pit and Tom were with us. He couldn't defeat either of them.