Gregor Clegane Book Novels & Stories

Dean froze for a moment, then gave a small nod, though a deeper storm raged in his heart. He couldn’t deny it—Greg was terrifyingly formidable. His every movement exuded authority, and with just a few words, he could break a person’s will completely. Watching him, Dean couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. This heir to the underworld was far from ordinary—he was a born predator.

Its position afforded the clerk an easy view of the entire space, should he choose to look. I stared in disbelief at the tattoos of vampires that looked to be covering most of the clerk’s arms and neck and wondered if he had them on the rest of his body as well. He looked annoyed at our interrupting his reading when Shen handed Stevenson’s note to him. He grudgingly pointed to a door in the back corner without saying a word before burying his face back into the pages of what looked to be a horror novel.

“I officially hate him.” I looked down at the book in my hands, my fingers tracing the worn leather cover as I stared at the silver wolf carved into the center. Beneath it were three faded golden words that seemed almost too fitting for the place I was in. Blood. Beasts. Bonds. I swallowed and carried the book over to the nearest table, where Rigina dropped into a chair with a tired groan before pulling the book toward her. “Let’s get this over with before that idiot comes back and finds another reason to insult you.”

I followed my ruined corpse all the way to the mass grave. My limbs were twisted at unnatural angles, my body covered in crisscrossing bruises, my face drained of every drop of color—like a weed that had been stomped flat by a hundred boots. Soon, a pack of mangy stray dogs caught the scent of fresh meat. Their eyes glowed hungry and green in the darkness as they circled in. At first, they just tugged at the edges of my clothes. Then one bolder mutt sank its teeth into my calf and ripped off a chunk of flesh.

Time passed, though she could no longer measure it. Exhausted, she collapsed on the floor, unable to speak. Only then did Jack stop, leaning over her with a threat. “Alanna, I’m warning you one last time. Lewis is dead. If you want to live, obey me. “Cross me again, and you’ll be very sorry that you did!” … Disgusted by the blood on his hands, Jack locked the door and went to the bathroom to clean himself. Alanna lay sprawled across the floor, drenched in blood and utterly ruined.

He rose, dusting his palms on his trousers, and finally met my terrified gaze. “You saw nothing, girl,” he said, his voice a low gravel. “You heard nothing. Go back to your cave. Sleep. Be a good, little princess and forget this.” The condescension in his tone, the expectation of obedience, ignited a spark in my chest that burned away the fear. “No,” I said, the word surprising me with its steadiness. “Who were you talking to? This ‘Young Lord’ is it really Damon Cross?” Gregor’s eyes narrowed. “Curiosity is a luxury your kind can’t afford. Knowing things… it puts a target on your back. Play dumb. It’s safer.”

I felt my insides rumble with the fire setting off like a bomb, causing each vampire to dissolve into dust. Having gone through all these years of murder after murder of my kind, I let out a howl of pain. The other wolves joined me in my howl as we all let out our agony at losing the ones we loved. After I fell back to the ground and collapsed (Alexi and I both passed out), I let Alexi take over. Nicolas's point of view:

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

" Understood eight twelve, reinforcement is already on the way." A child's birthday, oh god. Proles, these genetically engineered animals were monsters and Maddox had already seen with his own eyes what these beasts could do. He didn't want to imagine what she would be waiting for at her destination. But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control.

Victoria stayed close, her shoulders tight but her chin lifted slightly higher than before. We stopped at the center. Darius’s voice cut through the clearing, sharp and commanding. “Gregor!” The name echoed. For a moment, nothing happened. Then..... Movement. A group of wolves parted near the largest den, and Gregor emerged. He was larger than most, his build thick with strength, his presence heavy. Power radiated from him, but it wasn’t the kind that inspired loyalty. It was the kind that demanded obedience. His eyes locked onto Darius immediately.