Gregorovitch Death Novels & Stories

"Your only regret should be creating me at all." Margaret fired. On the monitors, we saw Dmitri fall from his bunk, blood spreading. Margaret stood over him, weapon lowered, expression unreadable. Then Counter Op teams flooded the cell, surrounding Margaret. "Drop your weapon!" Margaret complied, hands raised. "He's dead. It's over." They cuffed her, checked Dmitri's body. FBI coordinator confirmed: "Dmitri Volkov is deceased. Single gunshot wound to the chest. Time of death 14:47."

Sirella’s Pov The news spread like wildfire. Gregor was dead. I heard it first from the kitchen, where the servants whispered in frantic voices, their hands trembling as they chopped vegetables. "They found his body at the riverbank," one said, voice hushed. "His throat—gods, they said it was torn open, like an animal attack." "An animal?" Another scoffed. "Who are they fooling? This was a message." I kept my hands steady as I wiped down the wooden counter, my face blank. Inside, my heart beat calmly, evenly.

It was a sacrifice he had to give up to live a better life for himself. Gregory died on the same day too, after he was given the news about his son's accident. Apparently, he was hypertensive but his drugs had been messed up with for months, which was making the condition worse instead of better. One bad news was enough to drive him to his death on the spot after he was called. And all these years, no one knew. Until a thorough investigation came up after Jordyn suspected foul play when she saw Jace. And with that, her life was in the most danger.

I clinked my goblet when required, but the air was thick enough to choke on. Then one of the elder wolves—a Wolfgang cousin—rose. His voice was smooth but sharp, meant to cut: “Strange, is it not? That Thunder Whiteland dies so suddenly. In Alpha Gregor’s charge, no less. Too convenient, if you ask me.” The hall hushed. Alpha Gregor didn’t flinch. He just said, in that gravel-deep way that vibrated through my spine: “He tried to drug and abduct the future princess. I ended it.”

“You’ve always been sickly. I suggested taking you to the hospital, but you refused. Jacob told me long ago that something was off about you, but I still chose to believe you instead of him!” He called for his bodyguards to lock Rachel up. As he stared at my body silently, he used a clean cloth to wipe away the blood on my face. He called out my name repeatedly, but no one answered. In the end, Mark could no longer hold back his sadness. He fell to the floor and covered his eyes in anguish. “Jane’s dead… I killed her… “I’ll pay for your life… Jane, just wait for me…” I watched coldly, but my resentment grew.

Two people with the same intentions hit it off immediately. I touched my wounds and watched the two ungrateful traitors who completely turned on each other, as they disappeared from my sight along with the wailing police sirens. … I was in the hospital for a month until I fully recovered. During the month, the police told me multiple times that Nora wanted to see me, but I refused. I no longer wanted anything to do with her in this life. At court, I only applied to get my declaration of death revoked. As for my marriage to Nora, since it's annulled, there was no point in restoring it anymore.

Head swinging to her, he argued, with controlled anger, “It is definitely not fine. And this - you not being here - it won’t do. Carter’s and Upshaw’s deaths happened when you had no access to them. Imagine what would happen to the rest of them once you relinquish access entirely.” From his peripheral vision, he sighted Sophisticated staring into space, murmuring to himself like he was delivering a prophecy, “We’re all going to die. If the mystery killer doesn’t finish us off, the lycans and wolves would. If not them, then maybe the vampires. We’re going to die.” Holding Greg’s gaze, Sush insisted, “It’s not a dismissal. It’s a suspension. We’ll wait it out.”

LUCAS And again, we were left with nothing. No lead, nothing to show that we had made progress with finding her. I saw the retired look in Greg's eyes when he returned from disposing the body. My jaw clenched. "This is far from over." Greg scoffed, his lips curling into a small smile. "Sometimes we have to let shit go. I have a feeling your girl's dead by now." My hand swung faster than my brain processed anything at that moment, flying straight into his face. His head dramatically turned to the side and blood flew from his mouth from the force of the hit, but I was not done with him.

I wasn’t fighting for my life; I was fighting for Luca’s. We burst into the central control room, and there he was. Tied to a chair, unconscious but unharmed. But he wasn’t alone. Standing next to him in a white coat, looking like a surgical demon—Gregor. “I wondered how long it would take you,” he said, sounding as calm as ice. I raised my gun. “You’ve got one chance.” He laughed. “Viktor said you’d come. Thought you’d be strong enough.” Nikolai stepped in beside me, gun also raised. “You’re not getting out of here,” he growled.

The Laboratory, Gregory Lab Tech as it was often called, was his. As soon as he got his doctor of philosophy degree, he started his laboratory from scratch with a small building until it evolved into the large facility he was using now. Doctor Greg was a famous doctor in Mawood. Since the event of the disappearance and killings that had been happening recently, he had taken the time off to investigate all and had as well come to the conclusion that the bite he had seen on the neck of each person wasn't from just an animal. It was more from a being which was supposed to be extinct.