Gregor The Overlander 6 Novels & Stories

Gregor interrupted, his voice dropping to a deadly, sensual whisper. I froze. Gregor stepped completely into my personal space. He reached out, his cool, long fingers gently brushing away a tear from my cheek. The touch was shockingly gentle, yet it sent a terrifying spike of heat straight to my stomach. “My father is a monster, yes,” Gregor continued, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw. “But I know his wolf. After f*cking his victim, he simply killed them, but you’re here… alive walking around while he’s sleeping calmly….”

"They're not normal wolves." Neah's hand goes to her chest. Right where the second pulse beats. "I feel it too." The sensation is overwhelming. Like standing next to a bonfire. Like the air itself is charged with ancient power. In the distance, a howl splits the night. Not a wolf howl. Deeper. Older. A sound that vibrates in my bones and makes the golden light flare in response. Gregor appears in the doorway. His face is sheet white. "That's impossible," he breathes.

, Gregor declares, stepping closer to me. I back away from him slowly. "No, I won't go with you. You'll have to kill me," I declare, trying to make another run for the house. I finally get past him and look behind me to find Gregor is right at my heels "HELP!" I scream, running faster. I almost make it to the edge of our property when he tackles me and picks me up. He covers my mouth, so I can't scream. 'Shift Chloe, you can mind

Stormclaw was falling apart, and if I didn’t act soon, we wouldn’t survive. But first, I had to figure out how to regain control, how to root out the poison that had taken hold in my pack. Because if Gregor had turned, how many others were ready to follow?

ROGER WILLIS I couldn’t get myself to sleep at night and that’s mostly because I am locked in this claustrophobic prison of confusion. I couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation that I had with Mr. Lykaios at the clinic. He must be on crack or some shit when he mentioned those things about werewolves. What’s next? Witches and fairies? I don’t think so. I don’t intend on believing him at all. And then there’s Carmine Reid giving me these cryptic messages and she even said I smelled like a rotting dog. I know I didn’t take a shower yesterday because I was feeling awfully sick but those are very specific descriptions that I don’t think even matches how I smelled.

Almost Gregor’s body twists unnaturally as the shift starts, his bones cracking loudly, echoing through the room. His hands contort, claws sprouting unevenly, but his fingers remain mostly human. His face elongates halfway into a snout before stopping, leaving him in this grotesque, mangled state. Blood pours from his injuries, now worsened by the failed transformation.

she screamed in agony. I let her go. “Good, now let’s go find her.” I led Sara to Hugo’s house. He wasn’t someone I knew well. We were a few years apart in age, and he wasn’t one of my warriors. During our drive over, I mindlinked the senior warriors on duty to see if any of them had spotted a rogue leaving the territory. One of them mindlinked me back a couple of minutes later to confirm that a rogue had sprinted out of the territory. “If the rogue comes back, grab her, and put her in a cell immediately,” I mindlinked all of the senior warriors. It was around two in the morning when we banged on the door of Hugo’s house. His brother, Rocco, answered it groggily, his eyes shooting open in sh

If I’m close enough to the trees to see the bird, then I want to smell the trees too. A loud thud on the roof startles me, but I settle down immediately, knowing that it’s Hans coming to visit his mate, though it would be nice if he would just use the front door. Sari has been staying here with us to monitor Gregor, who sadly lost his monkey sometime yesterday. It’s hard for us to tell since he still has not been awake for more than mere minutes and hasn’t been able to form coherent words. But Hans says he can’t sense him anymore. That Gregor feels like Cora does and Cora is a human.

“I’ve been looking for you.” I arch an eyebrow. “What is it?” He steps closer, his gaze flicking down to the papers on my desk, then back to me. “I’ve been keeping tabs on the werewolves. You might want to hear this.” I lean back in my chair, folding my arms. “Go on.” Gregor hesitates, his usual calm demeanor slipping for just a second before he speaks again. “There’s been a shift. A... peace, of sorts. Among the werewolves.”

Tobias said earnestly, placing a hand on Gregory’s shoulder. Gregory met Tobias’s gaze, a rare smile crossing his face. He returned the gesture with a reassuring pat on the back. "I will, Tobias. Keep the pack safe. I’ll deal with this intruder." With a final nod, Gregory dashed out of the gate, shifting seamlessly into a powerful brown wolf. The transformation was swift and smooth, his muscles rippling beneath his fur. As he ran, the night air was filled with the sounds of the pack members hurrying to the pack house. A few tried to halt him, but he ignored their calls, knowing he would make amends once the rogue was dealt with.