Clone Trooper Gregor Novels & Stories

She shouted. The very next moment Gregory got out from one of the rooms, his face plastered in an artificial smile. Soon all of them realized the mistake they have been making. Gregory was the Crypt Keeper and he had been stealing souls for decades. Disguising himself as a disabled, high school student gave him a chance to stay close to many young, vulnerable people. He had tricked them, along with thousands of other people. One of his victims was Larry, his close friend. The three of them were in an awe.

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.

Luis was relaxing in his pool at the back of his mansion, with Marco his right hand man when one of his men walked up to them. “Boss.” He said with a slight bow. “Lucas.” “One of our stash houses was hit this morning.” There was silence for a while, which made Lucas fidget. Luis watched as Marco emerged from the pool, his arms, chest and back full of numerous black tattoos on pale skin. At over 6”4 he was an intimidating figure made of raw muscles. “And?” He asked impatiently. “They made away with two kilograms of our product.” Marco was now standing few inches away from Lucas.

Maybe both. "How did you find us?" "I didn't. I was tracking Vivienne's men. "I've been watching her operation for months now.” Gregor took a flask from his jacket and drank long, then passed it to me. I shook my head. “I heard the explosion, seen the fire. By the time I arrived, your girl was struggling to pull you away from the crash site and Vivienne's cleanup team was on us; had to take out three of those fuckers while getting you two out.”

It was Gregor. “We found him, boss,” Gregor said. “He’s at the safe house. He’s ready to speak.” Ready to speak. The words struck like a sort of lightning. Every nerve in my body came alive. There was nothing I wanted more than that moment: for Ace to sit across from me and give me the facts, the names, the confirmations I needed. I needed to know whether the people who took up the names of mother and brother had been impostors. I needed to know if the life I’d mourned and built around lies had been constructed on someone else’s design.

Xandar added, “As long as they end up dead.” Greg rolled his eyes before replying, “That goes without saying. I’ll take my leave now. Have fun collecting the other hybrids from Neptune’s warehouse.” Octavia recalled something, then asked as Greg was walking away, “You Grace, do you need a few of us to help carry…” Without looking back, Greg waved a hand and replied, “No, we’ll be fine. I doubt your kind is that heavy.” Greg left with twenty of his followers, and linked the rest that were scattered around the rogue world to make sure that Vent didn’t leave his inn.

“I believe you know him. Your father.” Everything inside Anita went still. “Gregor?” Valenti nodded. “He pioneered cognitive mirroring. Used it to reprogram soldiers after trauma. Verena bought the research. Weaponized it.” Nathan stepped forward. “Gregor worked with her?” “Unwittingly. He thought he was saving lives. By the time he realized what she intended, it was too late.” Anita felt the ground shift beneath her. “My father helped create the program that almost killed my sister?”

“Gregor.” I felt like the ground had been pulled out from under me. Gregor had been one of my closest advisors, a trusted member of the inner circle, someone I had relied on for years. He was a seasoned warrior, known for his loyalty to Stormclaw, or so I had believed. To find out that he had been working with Malachai was more than just a betrayal—it was a personal failure. How had I not seen this coming? The room seemed to spin around me, and I had to steady myself against the window ledge. Gregor. Of all people.

I only made it four steps past the gate before Gregor appeared on my left with two guards trailing behind him and the weary look of a man who has performed the same ritual far too many times “Miss Romy,” Gregor said with a tired sigh.. “Gregor,” I replied coolly. We stared at one another. “Alpha’s orders...” Gregor said. “Are you patently ridiculous?! We have discussed this already!” “We have,” he agreed, “and yet here I am.” He stepped forward and placed his hand on my arm. Then, I saw Rowan crossing the threshold of the service gate behind me, running. He closed the remaining distance, took Gregor by the wrist, and moved Gregor’s hand from my arm with a grip that immediately rendered Grego

Teeth and claws and punches thrown at one another against the roof of two huge snow-covered branches. As I rested my head on the tree behind me, I realized that Gregor wasn’t really just meaning to protect me—he’d been hunting down these Rogues for killing. I can even see in his eyes and the way his body moves that he’s willing to bury them all beneath the snow and at the bottom of the icy running river. I heard the other Rogues escaping back to the other side of the same river. Gregor strode towards me as he knocked down the leader, relishing every step as if he were walking into his summit of victory and I am the prize to be claimed at the top.