Gregor The Overlander 6 Novels & Stories

Both of us can just sit and watch as the House we once loved and lived in develop cracks with corruption. — Fenrir went to Roguetown immediately after receiving the crates over crates of food supplies from the kitchen. It was a wagon’s worth of crates, aside from the pouch of gold she gave him should the food not be sufficient. He sighed and got ready to travel with the wagon down the tricky trail filled with thieves. The rogues’ forest was famous for that, because it was mainly the rogues that would rob any passing travelers, but there were also other thieves whom they do not mingle with. Those are thieves that kill.

The sudden quiet of the lodge was broken only by our frantic, heavy panting. "Did they bite anyone?" Denzel asked, his chest heaving as he wiped black blood from his dagger. "No," Atlas grunted, rubbing his shoulder. "The tape held." "We don't have much time," Alexander warned, his silver eyes scanning the dark, messy aisles of the lodge. "Those roars were loud. If there are any infected wanderers in the woods nearby, they heard that. Spread out. Grab whatever you can." We moved frantically through the dark store. But as Vanya and Kenny checked the display racks, their faces fell.

She staggered out of the medical station, cold sweat covering her forehead, her entire body dazed and unsteady. After that, June fell seriously ill, and it took nearly a full week before she recovered even slightly. She had lost a shocking amount of weight. Her eye sockets were sunken deep, and she looked like a ghost of herself. Every day, she locked herself inside the office and numbed herself with alcohol. When she drank too much, she would lie on the floor and stare blankly at the ceiling for hours. No one knew what she was thinking. That night, June was drinking alone in the office again when Morgan shoved the door open and stormed inside angrily. He snatched the bottle from her hand, t

Howcome he feared this child more than a fully grown wolf? "Conan, please! I just wanted you to be safe from them my boy!" Roger pleaded. Rolling onto my side, I tried to get a good grip on my body. Tried to stand but failed. Conan was going at him. Bit and tore every opening he got. By now, Roger was covered in blood. Sank to the floor. His eyes were vacant but Conan wouldn't stop. He continued his attack. Tore out bits of flesh. Until a small voice called from the other side of the hall.

We were too caught up in each other to notice. Gregor smirks and looks past me. “Return home. The time has not yet come,” Gregor commands in a bombing voice. A stampede of sounds and the earth shakes as they all sprint toward the mountain, leaving Gregor to fend for himself. “That was but a sixteenth of my forces. There’s many more where they came from.” Gregor says and laughs hysterically. “What is it you want?”

Teeth and claws and punches thrown at one another against the roof of two huge snow-covered branches. As I rested my head on the tree behind me, I realized that Gregor wasn’t really just meaning to protect me—he’d been hunting down these Rogues for killing. I can even see in his eyes and the way his body moves that he’s willing to bury them all beneath the snow and at the bottom of the icy running river. I heard the other Rogues escaping back to the other side of the same river. Gregor strode towards me as he knocked down the leader, relishing every step as if he were walking into his summit of victory and I am the prize to be claimed at the top.

At least up there I had a little more freedom to let my wolf out to run. The heat from the late afternoon sun is beating down on me as I walk through town looking for any new places to apply for a job. My mind kept wandering back to Bill, Norah, and the Lost Elk Lodge. I’m broken from my thoughts by someone yelling “Gina! Hey Gina!” Quickly turning towards the road over my left shoulder, I see an older black SUV and Mathias is hanging out the window grinning at me. Upon closer inspection I can see Karlie in the driver seat, and a few other wolves I recognize in the back.

Loki, Caius, and Stryxx were 3 quarters away from the border between the Rogue's territory to the Old Ones. Chad had reminded them that time passes differently in the Old Lands due to a ever potent spell place by those who came before Anatashi and her motley pack of misfits. "Do you believe this mole is as loyal to Chad as he says?" Stryxx, always, the thunder cloud over everyone's heads. "I believe in Dove and his capabilities to sell just about any plan to even the smartest wolves. I guess he's really Chad's,vrother." Loki mentioned.

Whatever was going through her mind was cold and cruel. "Real soon," Connor added as he walked out of the house and joined his sister. I gave them one last wave and they walked away from our house to do what needed to be done while I turned my attention back to Luca and the new guy who was in our living room now. "Who were they?" Luca asked monotonously. "Just friends," I shrugged. "They were rogues. They shouldn't have been in the territory," Luca growled. He may have been my sister's Third in Command but that didn't give him the right to go all wolf on my ass. Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself.

But unfortunately, it was of no use. "No need to coddle me, ma'am, I'm not that fragile." "Uhm…" "I'm not going to say I've seen more blood than you have, but I have at least six years experience in training for the Beta position of my previous pack," A small smile tugged on my lips as the older woman was taken aback by my response. I sensed movement outside and smelt a familiar scent. It was the rogue King. I smirked and decided to go out to take a look.