Gregor The Overlander Book 6 Novels & Stories

The suspense of not knowing what was happening was wearing on my nerves. “This rots,” I blurted. “If it isn’t bad enough that I had to watch my best friend be carried off by that monster, I have to sit here and hope my werewolf cousin will behave himself like a good host. I think I’m going crazy.” “It’ll be fine,” Magdalena assured me. “All will be fine.” She walked up next to I and spoke in a hushed tone, “I just wish I knew why this place stinks of mutant-vampires.”

Caden held very still. "I have been an Alpha for twenty years," Gregor said. "I know what a scent mask is and what it covers and what happens when the compound weakens under stress." He looked at the document again. "I also know what it means that someone walked into The Hollow alone and got four people out with the guards neutralised and the signal sent in under twenty minutes." He paused. "Your mate is not ordinary." "No," Caden said. "She's not." Gregor picked up the document.

The fourth piece arrived at sundown. It was not a scout report or a formal communication or a pack delegation. It was a single wolf arriving at the broken eastern gate on foot. Exhausted,unarmed. Clothing torn from movement through rough territory for many hours. Gregor of Greyspire. He stood at the broken gate with Darius's enforcers surrounding him and his hands open and his face carrying everything the last forty-eight hours cost him. "I want to make a formal account," he said. "Of everything Dorian Vane told me and

He then helps Ellie to her feet. "Now tell me, how did this happen?" Lochness questions. "Valdis betrayed the horde by allying with the elder dragon Sixten. Sixten wishes to take over the northern lands and rebuild the lost kingdom of Highmire," Ellie informs them. Lochness and Vesla's eyes both go wide with shock. "Sixten, that bastard," Lochness mumbles out. "I thought Sixten was dead," Vesla says in shock. "As did I," Lochness replies.

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.

she blurted. “Explain yourself, Lizzy.” “May I have a bath first?” “You may not. Continue. Was this guy just one of many?” I couldn’t bear to contemplate her indiscretions. Gregor had retreated, always a bad sign. “It’s not what you think. He was a Moontider who turned rogue.” “Associate with that element, do you?” “Honestly, Byron, what’s gotten into you? Dad banished his family for petty pilfering.” “He’s grown more ambitious since then,” I growled.

He stretched out his hand and Chloe grabbed it while rising. " Where are we going exactly?" Chloe asked. " You have not said a word about where you are taking me to. " " Hmm. " Badmus heaved a deep breath. " You have to leave the pack, Chloe. Sorry about that. " " Get over it. I know I have to leave the pack. But the question is where I am going. If I leave the pack like we have talked about , where doni go?" " I am taking you to the border between our pack and the dead valley pack. "

Aurora’s POV “My lady,” I opened my eyes to Elena tapping me, “Something has happened.” I sat up even though I was feeling sleepy, “What is wrong?” The sleep wiped off my eyes when I saw the worrisome look on Elena’s face, “Are you okay? What of Scott?” I stood up when she wouldn’t answer, “Tristan… Is Tristan okay too?” I was about to run out of the room when Elena held my wrist, “The Lycan is okay; it’s your stepmother. Indigo sent news that she is on her deathbed.”

My eyes widened, and I sucked in a sharp breath. He might’ve just been a human, but he had Paragons at his disposal. At least, he’d had me. He had taken my blood and paralyzed me, made alliances through letting other species rape me until they were pleased. He had used me to advance his position in the world, and he wasn’t even my real father. “He’s coming to bloodmoon with an army of warriors that are stronger than everyone else,” Gregor said. “I don’t know what that means, but it’s what I found.”