Clone Trooper Gregor Novels & Stories

"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.

I exhaled sharply and pressed the intercom button on my desk. "Yes, Mr. Cross?" my assistant's voice came through immediately. "Send Gregor in," I said. "Right away, sir." Gregor was one of the men I'd inherited along with the company — loyal, discreet, efficient. The kind of person who asked no questions and delivered results. My father had trusted him implicitly, and so far, I'd found no reason not to do the same. He entered moments later, tall and composed, his expression neutral. "You wanted to see me, sir?"

The fourth piece arrived at sundown. It was not a scout report or a formal communication or a pack delegation. It was a single wolf arriving at the broken eastern gate on foot. Exhausted,unarmed. Clothing torn from movement through rough territory for many hours. Gregor of Greyspire. He stood at the broken gate with Darius's enforcers surrounding him and his hands open and his face carrying everything the last forty-eight hours cost him. "I want to make a formal account," he said. "Of everything Dorian Vane told me and

Leo flanked from the side, keeping them pinned down. I moved through the chaos, cutting through their ranks with cold precision. One by one, they fell. Until the last man standing— A familiar face. Gregor. One of The Order’s higher operatives. He was bleeding, barely able to stand. But he was smiling. “You think this changes anything?” he rasped. Damien leveled his gun. “You tell me.” Gregor chuckled. “You’re already dead, Damien.” Damien pulled the trigger. Silence. Then—Aurora’s voice.

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.

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.”

The twins nearly broke time. He wasn’t taking chances. “Beta Tomas,” Gregor said. “Good male. Loyal 20 years. Shot himself at dawn.” The bond went cold. “Note?” I asked. “Yeah.” Gregor’s voice cracked. “_He’s in my head. He won’t leave. Tell the Alpha I’m sorry_.” Nero looked up from where he was teaching Lyra to make snow that didn’t melt. “Four.” The twins, Two and Three, were asleep. They’d crashed after the church. Aging 16 years in 3 seconds takes it out of you. Even if you _are_ time.

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.