Gregor The Overlander Novels & Stories

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.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

The sickness coils around me like a living entity, whispering in my mind. You have eight hours left, Sera. Heratte’s voice slithers through my consciousness. I swallow the bile rising in my throat and answer with a single word. Fine. I force my legs forward, stumbling through the dense forest. I don’t know where I’m going—there is no destination. Only away. Far enough that Logan won’t be in danger when I lose control. Time blurs. The sun is already sinking when I finally stop, drawn by the sound of rushing water. But it’s not a stream—it’s a cliff, overlooking a waterfall that glows under the dying light. The sky burns with hues of crimson and gold. The sight is breathtaking.

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.

Victoria stayed close, her shoulders tight but her chin lifted slightly higher than before. We stopped at the center. Darius’s voice cut through the clearing, sharp and commanding. “Gregor!” The name echoed. For a moment, nothing happened. Then..... Movement. A group of wolves parted near the largest den, and Gregor emerged. He was larger than most, his build thick with strength, his presence heavy. Power radiated from him, but it wasn’t the kind that inspired loyalty. It was the kind that demanded obedience. His eyes locked onto Darius immediately.

Fear would make my body rigid. Rigid muscles would make it harder to move when an opening came. Modric continued watching me. The protection charm beneath his shirt moved faintly with every breath. He understood I was thinking. I could feel his struggle through the bond. His wolf wanted to attack. The man understood that one careless movement could kill me. “What old order?” I asked. Gregor’s breathing paused. His attention shifted. Good. Keep him speaking. He pulled me farther from the edge of the platform. “You heard the title.”

"That's impossible." "Is it?" He gestured to a massive wolf—built like a tank, scars covering his arms. "This is Gregor. He's been an Alpha for twenty years. He's never submitted to anyone. But he's going to bow to you. Today." Gregor stepped forward, his eyes cold. "This is a waste of time." "Prove it," Thorne said. I took a breath. My throat tightened. The fear was there—the old fear, the one that had kept me silent for three years.

Gregor interrupted, his voice dropping to a deadly, sensual whisper. I froze. Gregor stepped completely into my personal space. He reached out, his cool, long fingers gently brushing away a tear from my cheek. The touch was shockingly gentle, yet it sent a terrifying spike of heat straight to my stomach. “My father is a monster, yes,” Gregor continued, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw. “But I know his wolf. After f*cking his victim, he simply killed them, but you’re here… alive walking around while he’s sleeping calmly….”

“They’ll come for you, Lily. You can’t outrun them forever,” I peered out of the window, studying the Rogues chasing after me. A chill ran down my spine as it dawned on me the real identity of these rogue wolves. They weren’t random rogues out for an easy meal – they had small cuts on the left side of their ears… they were known as “The Crawler”.

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.”