Gregor The Overlander Book 6 Novels & Stories

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.

In a flash of an eye all three of them were dire wolves running through the woods, wild, free. Not for long, Pearl knew she needed to go back to the mortal realm and save Ethan. END OF BOOK 1

Chapter 61 Jace POV I've been walking to and fro in my hotel room for I don’t know how long. And if only the door can talk on how many times I set my eyes on it, maybe it will scream loudly to my face to stop digging hole on it. I've been waiting for my friends Kyle and Mason, if my computation is correct, they should be here any moment. With fingers’ crossed, I hope and prayed harder that they will bring with them a piece of good news.

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.

[CW- This chapter contains body and cosmic horror. Look after yourself while reading.] Finally, Peggy saw something other than snow and ice. She blinked her eyes open, struggling to stay awake. “Is that-?” “Yeah,” Mikael confirmed, nuzzling into her neck. “We’re nearly there, hold on.” Heather and Nieve saw it too, suddenly speeding up. Heather howled as she sprinted. In the distance, other howls joined the chorus. Peggy smiled.

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.

Once Don and Claire know we have not returned, they will get Grandpa for help. I stretched to ease my aching body. I sway my hips and bend my back to give it a crack. Sleeping on banana leaves over sand isn't exceptionally comfortable. I used Rex's arm as a pillow, which probably made him sore. I never knew sleeping on the ground could be this uncomfortable. I think Rex has no issue since he experienced it once. I wonder about the others. Logan, Liam, and Seth share Rex's experience. Effie and Lily, I'm most concerned about this since this is their first time. Terry probably had the experience as well, since she travels a lot, and sleeping on the ground isn't the worst thing she's done.

The tundra stretched endlessly in all directions, a land stripped of warmth, devoid of life. “This place feels… wrong,” he muttered. Lillian nodded, gripping the reins of her mount. She could feel it too—Kael’s magic. It seeped into the very air, corrupting everything in its reach. Gregor, riding ahead, turned back to them. “We should make camp before nightfall. The tundra is dangerous enough in daylight.” Fenros trotted alongside them, his silver coat blending with the snow. "He’s right. Something stirs here, watching us."

And it had made her vulnerable not only to me, but to every old-style wolf who opposed change. I would use that. I would take her new strength and turn it against her. The meeting was conducted on neutral ground, a hunting lodge that had once been my father’s. Gregor was a large wolf, easily six and a half feet at the shoulder, with iron-gray fur save for his ruff which stuck around his neck like a shaggy vice, looking everyone over to decide if they were threats or resources. "Lady Selene." He did not get up when I came in. "You escaped?"

He’s just on the wrong side of the fight. They made their way through the halls of the ground floor, then they stopped in front of the black door at the end. The air was warm and quiet as Chief Gregor opened the door and stepped inside. Arth spotted a man of sixties reading a leather-bound book on his desk. He glanced around and found many black shelves filled with old books. “Jade,” Gregor said as he walked towards the desk. When the old man raised his head, his eyebrows jumped in surprise.