Gregor The Overlander Book 6 Novels & Stories

“Your voice is annoying me.” But Gregor, the stubborn fool, doesn’t listen. He keeps shouting, crying, his hands clawing at her leg in an attempt to remove her foot. Tilting her head slightly to the side, she looks at him before she shifts her weight, pressing her foot harder onto his already shattered ankle. The crunching sound that follows makes my stomach twist, but it’s nothing compared to the way Gregor wails. He thrashes like a fish on dry land, his body convulsing under the weight of her foot.

"Suddenly, the sky went dark. The gates broke open, and black smoke spread through the mansion compound, swallowing everything it touched. All the kids disappeared one by one as the smoke spread, and then the rogue king and his dozens of rogue wolves walked into the mansion. I and many warrior wolves rushed out, some trying to protect the maids and kids, and others shifting into their wolves and diving into battle. We fought for hours. The mansion had caught fire, and our warrior wolves had reduced greatly in numbers. I fought with all my might until I was on my knees before the rogue king, covered in blood, and my life was almost seeping away. And there she was, calling my name softly as te

Raven's POV My mind is still racing, running through the potential consequences of Gregor’s words. He was indeed a true servant. But then something else hits me—a sudden wave of realization. Luca. I can’t ignore him anymore. He’s been growing stronger. He’s been taking territory. The first clan was just the beginning. He defeated Dorian,who must be in the dark now.

If I’m close enough to the trees to see the bird, then I want to smell the trees too. A loud thud on the roof startles me, but I settle down immediately, knowing that it’s Hans coming to visit his mate, though it would be nice if he would just use the front door. Sari has been staying here with us to monitor Gregor, who sadly lost his monkey sometime yesterday. It’s hard for us to tell since he still has not been awake for more than mere minutes and hasn’t been able to form coherent words. But Hans says he can’t sense him anymore. That Gregor feels like Cora does and Cora is a human.

Zarek grabbed her hand, anchoring her, but her skin burned hot—unnaturally hot. "She's overheating—get her to the healer," Jon barked, already clearing the way. "No," Veyra rasped, shoving herself upright with trembling limbs. "It's him. He's here." Zarek's jaw clenched. "Who?" Veyra looked toward the still-screaming fissure, her eyes glowing white-hot. "The Sixth." Perfect. Here's Section 3 of Chapter 89 – The Sixth Breaks Through: The ground around the fissure pulsed like a wound, the soil bleeding black smoke that curled upward and clung to the trees like a living fog. The land itself groaned, an ancient sound that made even the bravest warriors clutch their weapons tighter.

“Let the Alpha think he is safe. Wolves always show their hunger when they believe no one is watching.” ***** Back at the villa, I sneezed. Sugar gasped. “See! Even your body betrays you! That’s a kiss sneeze.” Gregor pinched the bridge of his nose like he regretted not killing Thunder slower. And me? I kept my eyes locked on the floor. Because if I looked at Alpha Gregor again, even once, I wasn’t sure I’d survive it. ****** GREGOR POV The villa had never felt smaller.

I knew he wasn’t happy with the remoteness of our location. Quite suddenly, the driver screeched to a halt. “Something up ahead Alpha. It looked like one of our kind.” Danny leaned forward to look between the drivers and passenger seat. “It’s clear now, drive on.” The driver went to restart the car, but seconds later a figure appeared once more. It was a werewolf. Was this even anything to do with Thale? Or was this an entirely different attack? Danny growled in the direction of Dr Squire. “Fuck…you better not have anything to do with this woman.”

"They aren't here!" Suddenly, the frantic scraping of our search was violently interrupted. It started low, a deep, chest-rattling vibration that seemed to shake the very floorboards beneath our feet. Then, it erupted. It wasn't the high-pitched, raspy screech of a human zombie. It was a massive, thunderous, bone-chilling howl that tore through the night sky just outside the walls of the lodge. It was a werewolf’s roar, but it was distorted, gurgling with wet, corrupted rage, carrying an alpha’s terrifying authority twisted by the black sickness.

Would I rather face a room full of mafia assassins alone than rely on a Blackwell blade? Ronan’s inner wolf let out a low, pathetic whine, his veins burning with a toxic, unspent bitterness. He couldn't understand why his good intentions were being treated like poison. "I find it hilarious," I said, turning my back on his sector to face Egan directly, my voice echoing over the drums, "that you run an entire border syndicate, yet you understand so little about how an Alpha marks his territory."

Oh yeah, because I was too busy missing thunder and procrastinating about how Alexander saying those hurtful words didn't affect me. 'Now is not the time to discuss your bad blood with me woman! You do realize that if he eats me, there will be no you too, right?' I tried to reason with her. 'Huh! You are probably right. Okay. So let's start with the description of this wolf. Yellowish-red eyes, saliva dripping snout, rough hairs, and overall a dirty appearance. He is probably a rogue, that had entered the territory by tricking the border patrol and without the information of alpha. If i-' I cut off her mid-sentence, with my own words of urgency,