Gregor The Overlander Novels & Stories

I heard her grunt in pain, watch her struggle to stand, then saw one of them kneel on the back of my friend to hold her down. Gregor went up to Caelum and it was as sweet a walking over as he'd ever taken. He was hobbling slightly, presumably from injuries he’d sustained in the explosion. He drew a knife from a sheath on his belt. It was long and serrated, the type intended to inflict maximum pain rather than quick death. The blade glinted dimly in the filtered light coming through the smashed windows.

“Actually, my people have been disappearing for months now. Be it women or children. And I still don’t have answers yet. You know, a little birdie told me that we have something in common.” Alexander’s gaze became scribbled. Just how much does he know? “… Yes. It has been a thorn for many years now, however, an ogre and a rogue traveling together is so peculiar that I can’t get my mind off it. We know for a fact that rogues are somewhat mindless beasts. They destroy anything and anyone in their path.” “Yes. I agree, but you can’t possibly think that I am involved in this.” “Then tell me what you know.”

“I believe I have found Blackie because he looked at me with surprise. Like he was not expecting me, to be me.” He groaned, “I was hoping that we had some time before you found one another outside of the spirit world.” He turned his skull towards the forest, seeing the werewolves had passed on by. “It looks like I’m going to have to teach you a few things, but we’ll not be going into a full-on contact battle tonight. I’m just going to show you, where you should aim when you’re faced with difficulty.”

I blinked several times to clear my eyes. I glanced down at the wound nearly splitting him in two and frowned. “Since your magic is back, can’t you heal that?” “Any other time, yes. I’ve been without for so long that it’s going to take some time for my body to build up its tolerance. That little show back there really took it out of me.” My brows flicked up. “You call shredding a Wendigo to scraps of deli meat a little show?” No less than an hour had passed when we finally stumbled around a bend and spotted the bridge in the distance. Even further was the mansion in all of its glory. Together, both of us covered in a thick layer of Azrael’s blood, we pressed forward.

he replies with an elated tone, splashing some cold water into my face. “Aaaaah,” I shriek, jumping back, hitting the sink with my butt. He laughs hard, and I momentarily relax, joining in his laughing. As the shower starts running, we drop the act. “What do you think?” I ask. “Well, for starters, this is a werewolf pack’s territory for sure,” Jason motions for me to get in the shower and turns his back to me. “The Greyback pack territory we visited had no remains of any buildings. It was possibly magically moved. The Howler’s Pack territory had bombed and burned down buildings. This pack was neither bombed nor moved. There are no signs of fighting or bullet marks on the buildings. Still, I

"Don't you like it?" "I didn't say I didn't like it. I said it is new. I think it will grow on me." I look ahead of us and I see a good fifty miles of burned out forest. Not sure what caused it, I fly to the end of the burn out. What I find there, has me even more confused. Sigmund lands next to me with a smile on his face. "What the hell is that?" I look at it, then at him again. "I don't know. It's almost like a gel, similar to the one the beast that was with us left behind when he walked."

"But I’m going to kill you for ruining our ceremony!" "Oh, how rude of me!" the man chuckles. "Where are my manners? I’m Noland Vandershiltz. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Zane Castro. I have to admit that you've really left me impressed," he continues, as the sound of clothes tearing fills the air while his body begins to morph. "I thought I was the only lycan to exist, but it seems I was wrong. Shall we see which of us is the strongest?"

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.

I tell him, stunned at the stark difference. “It’s a long story,” he tells me “This is Tristan ScarClaw,” he introduces the tall and lean werecat standing beside him. A pale-skinned shifter with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Slightly older than Hunji. I greet him feeling a comforting presence surrounding him. “And this is Gregorio,” “Very nice to meet you both,” I greet the bulky bear shifter named Gregorio, his skin tone tanned and his eyes a dark hazel brown. Both men have strange accents, but an accent I could listen to all day.

he growled, his voice low and menacing. I cursed under my breath and closed my eyes. Stupid alphas. It's a difficult task to talk sense into them. One is about to die but still won't let go of his ego. The rogue's mocks did nothing but enrage Cassian further. He raised the metal pipe and charged with a growl, making my eyes widen. Before I could say anything, a loud cry filled the air. “No!”