Clone Trooper Gregor Novels & Stories

, 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.

"It's nice to meet you." "I'm Jimmy, this is Tom. Thank you for taking us in." Gregor shook hands with Jimmy, then Tom. His rough skin shimmered in the candlelight as his arm moved up and down. Upon closer inspection, he saw that his skin was made up of small grey and brown scales. "I would like to take a look at your supplies now. After we choose, we'll take them and leave you for the evening. You can leave in the daylight. We wouldn't want the satellites to pick you up."

"I know who your daughter is, and I'll find her. Not only her but your wife as well. I mean all your families, and I'll destroy them the way you destroyed mine. Then, I'll come back to destroy you!" Dr Greg scoffed. "My house is secured with artificial intelligent security systems. That might be the end of you if you get close. I protected my family from people like you. So good luck trying to get to..." Trevor clenched his hands into fists and didn't wait for him to finish his statements. He punched his nose, and Doctor Greg passed out immediately.

His warriors watched in shock, frozen, unsure what to do. "Let them pass," Gregor said finally, his voice barely a whisper. Niklas released him and stepped back. Elif helped him to his feet, surprising everyone. "Thank you," she said. "For choosing peace." Gregor stared at her, his eyes full of confusion and something that might have been respect. Then he turned and walked away, his warriors following. The road south was open. The mountains were brutal.

The game was becoming tensed and competitive. “Shut up Sal! I will smack your heads off if you distract me again!” Greg threatened. He was the fattest and tallest of them all. They were all Martians, and because of Nami, I came to study their characters very well over the years. Sal was an ex-soldier who left the army after raiding a village and killing all the half breed children. He couldn’t live with what he did and thus, he resorted to drinking and gambling. Greg and Fret were prisoners of war captured at a very young age and tortured at the royal dungeon in the Brakoon’s palace. They were thrown out of the dungeon after they caught the bubonic plague. Tridan on the other hand was the ba

They came in on me slowly while my grip tightened on my weapons. I growled and glared at them, wearing my most terrifying demeanour, but these were well-trained warriors, and my threat could not put them off. I almost lunged when I caught a familiar scent, accompanied by a familiar face. Gregor. Bastard. He wore a sick smile on his face as he swung a sword, which I thought was a bit too much for him. Was this some kind of sick joke or what? Did he have to put on such a show?

Just then, a man pushed through the crowd and stepped in front of Derek. “Alpha, give the word—we’re ready.” It was his Beta, voice calm but filled with authority. Kelvin froze, as if struck by lightning. “What… what did you call him? Alpha?” he stuttered. Derek tilted his head, smirking. “Do you doubt the existence of the Rogue Pack?” Kelvin didn’t answer. His lips moved but no words came out. Alex, still seated, looked stunned. “Wait… that Rogue Pack? The one that’s invaded territory after territory over the past years? The one with the mysterious Alpha no one has ever seen?”

Gregor smiled against the side of my face. “You have learned more than expected.” “So the Regent has spent years weakening the territories.” “Preparing them.” “For invasion?” “For restoration.” His certainty sounded almost religious. This was not only greed. Gregor believed in the Regent. That made him more dangerous. Modric looked toward Kylian. The movement was brief. Gregor did not notice. I did. Kylian had shifted toward the edge of the crowd. He lowered his head as if speaking to one of the guards, then disappeared behind the packed civilian platform.