Gregor The Overlander 6 Novels & Stories

Seeing titles like 'Minerals and Gemstones' and 'Animals of the Sahara', I knew I was in the science section. I had to search three more sections: languages, music, and mathematics, before I finally found the section that housed the books on the supernatural. At first, all the books I see are about werewolves. Walking further down the row, the topics change from werewolves to vampires to witches. At the very end of the row, in a small section, nearly invisible unless you are looking for it, stand the books about lycans. I decide to start with trying to find what ingredients may have been used in the sedative Clay gave me.

I had failed Adeline, failed Belle, and now it felt like I was failing the entire pack. Elijah opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, a booming voice cut through the tense morning air. "Roman!" Gregor Ironfang's growl rang out loud enough to make the wolves on the training grounds pause. The bastard strode toward me, his heavy boots crunching against the dirt. The sunlight glinted off his broad shoulders and the faint scars that crisscrossed his arms, reminders of a hundred battles fought—and survived. Behind him, a group of his loyalists trailed, their eyes burning with quiet anticipation.

"Yes! It’s weather-defying! It’s like an ancient beast is in the room!" I grabbed my kit and headed for the door. "Ronan, we have to go. Now." "Wait," Ronan grabbed my arm, his palm hot against my skin. "If he’s turned, he’s not a patient anymore. He’s a predator." "He’s still a pack member," I snapped, pulling away. "I don't leave my own behind." As we sprinted toward the transport vehicle, the sky over Grimford began to darken, a deep red hue creeping across the horizon. The pedestrians on the streets were few, but those who remained were staring at the clouds with trembling fear.

The violent disarray wasn’t the methodical search of a victor; it was the tantrum of a thief who had come up empty-handed. Kaelen’s torchlight fell upon the only thing left untouched in the center of the room: a large, flat stone altar. On it rested a single, pristine object. A book, bound in what looked like pale, silvery leather. It was closed, with no title, but a symbol was tooled into its cover—the same symbol from the bone resonator: the wolf unraveling into a spiral.

Rune shrugged her shoulders. Realisation hit me then. If this prophecy was real and the rogues had been spurred on to wander in the mountains, then I gave the order to kill off seven rogues. Werewolves who had been through hell and back and wanted to find peace. That was the odd sensation that I got when the supposed attacks occurred, they were just wandering, searching for their salvation.

He shrugged. The sun blared down on him and to prevent the sands from assaulting his face, he pulled the ghutra over his face and looked down to his shadow, he remembered the little trick Megan had taught him about using your shadow to discern the East from the West, it brought a smile to his lips but he didn't need that, this was his territory, he knew the area like the back of his palm. He edged on, praying that Megan still be safe. And she was, safe in the little cave only big enough to squeeze in two people. She crawled out of the cave and jumped into his waiting arms when she saw him, squeezing his neck in her hug.

it had been an inside job. It hadn’t been hard to track down the house where he had grown up. The house that had been home to Chuck and Maria McGregor. He rolled to a stop in the driveway. The garden Maria had so cherished was now a small, wild, snow covered thicket. Dirt littered the small compound. Epiphytes wrung themselves round anything they could. The low-cut wooden fence, the lamp-post out front, even the mail box.

After our engagement, the six of us friends agreed to take one last trip together before the wedding. That night, my friend Anders Greer suggested we play a "24-Hour Couple Swap." Anyone who drew matching symbols had to act like a couple for the next twenty-four hours. Whoever drew a blank card could only take pictures and carry everyone's bags. In the first round, I drew a blank. My fiancee, Brielle Rice, and Anders both drew moons. They held hands while watching the sunrise, while I followed behind carrying three people's bags. In the second round, I drew another blank. They both drew roses. Their penalty was to hug for one minute. Everyone crowded around, cheering them on, while I sto

And it had made her vulnerable not only to me, but to every old-style wolf who opposed change. I would use that. I would take her new strength and turn it against her. The meeting was conducted on neutral ground, a hunting lodge that had once been my father’s. Gregor was a large wolf, easily six and a half feet at the shoulder, with iron-gray fur save for his ruff which stuck around his neck like a shaggy vice, looking everyone over to decide if they were threats or resources. "Lady Selene." He did not get up when I came in. "You escaped?"

“Great. I’m Gregor, Alpha Warren’s beta. I’m on a supply run through to the veil. You can follow me, I know all the shortcuts, and with me along you won’t be stopped at the barrier.” That was actually convenient. I nodded to acknowledge him and climbed back into my car. Zara was already in the back seat, buckling herself in. Kieran waved cheerfully up at the watchtower then joined us. The ride was long and uneventful. After several hours, we reached the border of the Warren pack territory and the barrier that separated our world from the humans. The truck pulled to a stop, and I parked next to it. “Well, there ya go,” Gregor said, motioning towards the barrier. “Don’t look like much, does it