Gregor The Overlander Book 6 Novels & Stories

Beneath it was various other books, none that I recognized except a translation of the Dead Sea Scrolls. “I know it can be intimidating and unnerving to think the answers to what you’ve seen these past few days...and to more than you know are mostly contained in this. But trust me. When I finish educating you, it will all make sense.” And there was his hand on my arm again. I knew now this wasn’t his way of flirting, but his way of consoling. I looked at the mound of books. He cracked open the bible to Genesis, chapter 6.

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

He looked at me. "The swap," I said. "Can you reverse it." Gregor unfolded his hands. He stood from his chair with the careful movement of a man whose joints had opinions about evening and crossed to the bookshelf along the far wall. He ran his fingers along the spines without looking at them — the touch of someone who knew exactly what was where — and pulled out something that was not quite a book. Older than a book. Bound in something dark that had gone soft at the edges with handling.

“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

Surrounding me, the blanketed ground stirred with squirming bodies and splashes of blood. Somewhere off to the side, I spotted Gregor grappling with three tremendous wolves on the double. A fourth was creeping up behind him. "Gregor, watch out!" I woofed. Yet, my admonition came past the point of no return. The wolf's teeth sank profound into Gregor's rear leg. The alpha let out a tormented howl and staggered.

"Now, I'll send you back to where Daniel is. Also, the prophecy will finally come true. One more soul to sacrifice, three more souls to die, one more soul to live, and six more souls to dignify. Only the mate that you love the most will be able to survive the attack that Madeline has already started making. If you want to protect your loved ones. I would rather you hurry up before you won't be able to save anyone. I have high hopes in you, Victoria.' God Madonna said with a soft smile on her face. Well, I am grateful for that. And I would’ve felt more grateful if you could’ve given me a little bit more hint. I thought. I was about to ask her what did she mean by that, to see if I could gain

In the silence of night under the canopy of trees I look up at the full moon shining bright up in the sky. My peace went haywire when a loud houl was heard. Within seconds I started receiving multiple mindlinks. "Alpha north border is under attack..!" "Your highness huge number of wolfs are attacking the east side!!" "Alpha we are outnum-" Among all these voices Marcu's voice stood out the most. "Your highness please come back!! You are not safe there!! Hurry!! 1000's of wolfes are heading your way!!" In between these urgent pleas in my head I heard the loud footsteps of wolves approaching me

Foul. Alarm bells go off in my head as the realization of what he is dawns on me- a rogue. A packless wolf shifter trespassing in our territory, and from the way he’s glaring, he’s here looking for trouble. A rogue sighting is never a good thing, especially on the heels of what we just went through with the shadow pack. My brain short-circuits and I almost drop the empty glasses from my hands, panic leeching into my bones. Breathe, Vienna.

“We can’t lose her.” “Not her,” I growl, fists trembling. “I swore it to the moon, to the dirt, to every ghost that haunts me. Not my daughter.” “Alpha,” a young healer whispers, kneeling on shattered glass, his voice shaking. “There’s… someone. Beyond the border.” I narrow my eyes. “Another wolf?” He shakes his head, wincing. “Human, sire. But they say she reads our fevers like maps. A Doctor from the eastern ridge—moon-fever, lungs drowning—walked out of her ward in two days.”

“Cursed ones. Four, maybe five. We don’t know if they’ve crossed the border yet.” I was already pulling on my boots. “Where’s Silas?” “Gone ahead,” she said, tone clipped. “Of course.” Of course, he had. I shifted mid-run, the bones cracking clean as Nyx surged forward and took control. Her body moved like lightning through the trees, leaping over fallen logs, paws pounding the ground in a rhythm older than language. The moment I reached the ridge, I smelled them. Rot. Decay. Something like burnt fur and iron.