Clone Trooper Gregor Novels & Stories

“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 lunge forward, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him up to meet my eyes. “What did you do?” I demand, my voice low and cold, though every fiber of my being burns with rage. Gregor coughs, blood trickling down his chin, but his smirk remains. “I was a fool, you know,” he says, his voice rasping but unrelenting. “Letting her slip from my claws back then. I thought it was Artemis I needed. That she was the one who could help us fulfill our goals. But Sophia?” He laughs, a wet, broken sound that stokes the fire in my chest. “I kept her close all these years, waiting, watching. She was leverage, you see, a way to make Artemis dance to my tune. But I was wrong because I shouldn't have let S

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.

“Yes, come on Noah. Stick your hand out and you'll see the wind has changed directions. Maybe if we move the target towards the fountain, I’ll get a better shot.” “But I made my shot perfectly.” Noah chuckled at me and I growled and started to reach for him playfully when a voice sounded behind us. “Focus, pup. You are always making excuses.” The gruff voice of Gregor made me freeze. He was our family's longtime combat trainer. He had his hand crossed in front of him, his hair was gray and he had a stern glare that always scared me, but not as much as the long scar that travelled down his right eye, completely blinding it that it was white.