Gregor The Overlander 6 Novels & Stories

She strutted on her heels, tuning in to the drama. Lorenzo stared at Tyler, who was right beside me, and sneered, “No wonder you left in the middle of the night with your luggage. I see why you ghosted me for three days. Naomi, you’ve got a lot of nerve. Is this the reason why you can’t wait to break up with me? You found yourself someone else behind my back, and now, you’re heading abroad with him.” Before I could speak, Tyler stepped out in front of me. “Sir, please show some respect.”

“Explain.” “Projects 2 and 3,” Nero said. Fast. “Twins. Boy and girl. Sixteen. They don’t do elements.” He swallowed. “They do _time_.” --- *Two Hours Later — Intel* Gregor came back from the ridge. Had a radio. Old. Hand-crank. Council couldn’t trace it. “News,” he said. We gathered. “Toronto,” Gregor said. “Financial district. 12:03 PM today.” He hit play.

Above, the Blood Moon flickered and for a moment, it was just a moon again. The mill was silent, a broken old building. Liora swayed, drained, the glow on her forehead faded, she had won, not with weapons, but with deep healing. But then a figure sprang from the dark. Gregor, broken in mind, wild-eyed and he held a jagged wood shard. “You! You stole everything, my power, my son, my world!” He pushed the shard deep into Liora’s back. She cried out and dropped to her knees, the last sound she heard was Ash’s roar

The white light coursed through his veins there. "It's better than just our plan." Aiden said before he faced the Dark Witch and Godfried again, "Listen, old man." He noticed Godfried's ears twitch, "We don't need to do this. You don't need to do this." "It's already too late." A guttural voice came from Godfried as he let out a high-pitched howl. Out from the thick shadows of the trees behind them stepped forth the hideous creatures they knew. Most were quadrilateral beings, while only a few were on their hind legs. Grey skinned, hairless monsters with soulless eyes and ichor streaming down from their jaws. They screeched and snarled. They clawed at the snow with eager temptation. Aiden lis

The same strength sucking world she’d insisted on walking one last time before the boys got back. I looked down at her, eyes closed, teeth clenched, struggling to hang on. I balanced her silver ring, a gift from our Mother, on my knee and pulled my grey sleeve over my finger tips, dabbing at the beading sweat on her forehead. Something was happening in the Blacklands and for the first time in memory, Shades were crossing the Southern boundry in droves, bringing with them their violet sky and starless nights. They didn’t eat, they didn’t sleep, they didn’t stop. They just kept coming, pushing us back and taking our land, leaving a sea of dead bodies in their wake.

Your little games won't work on me. His words didn't stir even the faintest emotion in me. My feelings for him had been worn down to nothing after countless moments of heartache. I couldn't care less about his doubts, his anger, or anything else. To me, he was nothing more than a stranger now. "I told you to wait several years—" Tristan followed me, reaching out to grab my arm. But Leon wrapped his arm around my shoulders and placed me behind him. He coldly interrupted Tristan, saying, "Wait for you? Who do you think you are?"

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.”

“Well, girl. You want to learn from this old wolf?” Gregor was a werewolf? I hadn’t realized. He must be a Rogue, to be among the Warren, but I’d never heard of a healer going Rogue. I nodded, and wrote, “I want to learn. Naomi says you are the best.” “Aw, you’re gonna make me blush, girls,” Gregor said, utterly deadpan. I was fairly certain that man’s face did not know how to blush.

Gregor said. “Well, I don’t know about rogue. If you’re talking about Elowen, then you’re too late. I’ve claimed her as mine, she’s my Luna now. You know what that means don’t you?” I saw the look on Gregor’s face change immediately. “What?!” His son yelled in disbelief. “How the hell’s that possible?!” “There’s no way that you’d do that Kael, she belongs to my pack” Gregor said in disbelief.

And gives me a nod of approval then turns on his heel and heads down the hallway. He leads in the opposite direction I am used to going and we walk down a flight of stairs to a back passage that leads to outside. The icy cold nips at my cheeks the moment we step out and I see Rogue visibly shiver. “You don’t like the cold?” I ask trying to sound friendly. If I’m going to be here for a while, I should start trying to make friends. “Six months and I’m not used to it.” He says, “I was born in no man’s land but lived a long time on the second continent. Much warmer there.” He explains to me.