Gregor The Overlander 6 Novels & Stories

“Mary, do you think it appropriate to skull the living because of the lack of understanding?” The woman shook her head, as she glared at the man who had spoken to her. “I don’t care about the circumstances James, but things need to be known.” She raised her finger towards Ava. “She needs to know how much of a danger she is to come.” Next to Ava, she felt another presence making their way towards her. She turned and saw a Native man, who came and leaned next to her. “Spirit Walker, a dark dragon has just entered the area.” He pointed towards the area behind him. “Coming this way.”

"Forget about scouting. We can't waste any more time." Gregory nods and falls in step behind us as we make our way out of the back lot. My heart is pounding in my chest as we move quickly down the abandoned streets, keeping to the shadows as best we can. "He's like a wild animal now," Brynn breathes. "Just days ago he was teaching me physics." "I didn't know you were a gorilla shifter," Gregory says to Marlow. "I didn't know either." Marlow rubs the back of his head and grins. "That's the first time it's happened. Pretty cool, huh?"

My dragon whimpered in pain too, and suddenly I felt ashamed so I turned my head to stare out the window. It is as they say, the truth will hurt. He and I are still strangers even if we share the same blood. But I won’t give up on Syria, my dragon is telling me to protect her and Brock had hurt her somehow. I will get through Brock whether he likes it or not. The drive back to the Cruelcrest Hounds Pack took almost five hours. Syria had fallen asleep in the backseat and Brock had just pulled up the car in front of Hunter’s house.

Rolph stepped toward me, but Xander stepped between us. I shook my head. "No, I don't think that's possible." A crease formed between my eyes as I studied him. "Where are you from? My pack was decimated." He nodded. "Yes. That was The Skyefrost Pack, correct?" I nodded. "How did you know that?" He nodded toward the grimoire. "That is the Book of Elders, the grimoire of your people, is it not?" "Yes," I said, dragging out the word. "Why?"

almost unreachable. It was foolish to think he was beyond such human struggles as nightmares when I consider everything he went through with Arlo. The image of him that Gregor painted for me was still competing with the real one, and the combination blended into confusing fragments. Someone supposedly cruel and emotionless having nightmares, risking his life to save me, and mourning the death of a companion... "Same," I eventually said. I expected him to ask. But he didn't. We just sat there, both looking at the crackling flames. For some reason, even with people staring at me and calling me a goddess, only sitting with this man who barely tolerated me gave me a little peace of mind.

Screams and shrieked erupted through the underground city but no one, except them, was able to hear it. "It's showtime!" Jordan roared as the whole group chorused with a synchronized "aye". They quickly jumped towards the city with scorching fire beneath it. Not even caring that they were landing on the ground with 10 feet distance. The Black Wolf's Clan were already used to this kind of stunt. They were just like to hear scream in the air and they effortlessly landed on the ground as they maneuver their footsteps and balance to land easily, avoiding the fire and the debris of the bomb explosion.

"There might be a chance of Lucia being on this land with the other missing ones. This place is packed with different supernatural species and we can already sense lycans here." "If Lucia is here then you have to find her and the others. You are the king, the Alpha, you can just command their beasts and they will follow us back to our home. It will take a few days for me to regenerate a kidney and heal these wounds so you're all on your own." "Aye! Take care." Darach said awkwardly. "I would probably sleep with an open eye." Connor muttered under his breath while touching the place from where his kidney was missing with a pained look.

the one standing over me replies. They made it out. They don't have them. My kids are okay. They have to be. "The alpha felt their pack link sever. Hers too. That's why we're here. Why is she in silver chains?" Theo replies, the disgust in his voice clear. For me or the idea of me chained in silver, I do not know.

"I try to use it as often as I can to build up strength, but it's hard with all the rogue attacks on the pack lately, I can't afford to be weakened." "Are rogues attacking often?" I ask, taking his hand as we begin to walk back to the pack house. Jamie shrugs, "yeah, we believe they are trying to overrun packs, maybe to gain the land themselves, who knows." I look around, realising that we are alone. "Where did Anton go?" "some wolves have been spotted entering our territory, he's gone with some warriors to check it out." Jamie says slowly, as though he doesn't want me to know.

There are no words to describe my mangled heart that is no longer beating to the pace of Sarn's. Roland grows desperate and decides we need to travel to our father so he can tell him the truth about his sexuality. This is an excuse. Roland is so distressed by me that he's willing to do anything. I actually don't mind going because I need to run through the Everglades and let my wolf take the lead for a few weeks. It's too crowded in bear territory and everyone knows what has happened to me. I feel their sympathy and it only increases the ache I carry. My father's clan is made up of mostly cat shifters. They will have no problem giving me space if I request it.