Luxa Gregor The Overlander Novels & Stories

Gregor strode towards me as he knocked down the leader, relishing every step as if he were walking into his summit of victory and I am the prize to be claimed at the top. “Don’t you dare touch me!” I demanded. When he was about to open his mouth to answer, the Rogue with blood on his teeth earlier, who was one of the other two still on our side of the river apart from the Rogue Leader, sneaked up behind him with his claws and fangs out. Gregor drew out his silver sword. And in one swing, he cut the Rogue in half. That Rogue leader didn’t waste time blinking and ran away from the scene too.

Her eyes were rolled back as she looked into my eyes. "I think it's finally time for you to be put in your place Serafina," I said with a loud voice that seemed to echo as I spoke. "Elysia," I heard Serafina gag as I pressed harder on her neck. A scoff escaped my lips and I almost broke into a laugh. "You might be wondering, I am the Luna goddess. And I don't appreciate all your efforts to try to wipe off the werewolves, you seem to be forgetting that they are completely under my protection, you can't do as you wish and get away.

“Now, for the reason you all came here... As I have already informed you, the woman in the portrait is none other than Duchess Tristal. This portrait was of her during her youth. Streaks of silver hair are common traits to those in the Andry bloodline. This is the same with the duchess’ one and only child too, Gregor Andry. Or maybe you have come to know him now as Gregor Aifendel.” “Gregor was my cousin. He grew up with me here in this estate. We played together when we were young, and we were quite close. He had always craved a life of adventure, though. He could not stay still in one place. At merely fourteen, he started serving at the military, dotting towards the former head of the guar

He rose, dusting his palms on his trousers, and finally met my terrified gaze. “You saw nothing, girl,” he said, his voice a low gravel. “You heard nothing. Go back to your cave. Sleep. Be a good, little princess and forget this.” The condescension in his tone, the expectation of obedience, ignited a spark in my chest that burned away the fear. “No,” I said, the word surprising me with its steadiness. “Who were you talking to? This ‘Young Lord’ is it really Damon Cross?” Gregor’s eyes narrowed. “Curiosity is a luxury your kind can’t afford. Knowing things… it puts a target on your back. Play dumb. It’s safer.”

KAEL’S POV Blood splattered across my boots, a wicked smile playing on my lips as I engaged in my favourite sport…fucking traitors. I wiped my stained red knuckles on the collar of the bastard who now lay twitching on the floor. Alpha Gregor, a coward, liar, snake. I cracked my neck, fists still burning from the fury. He was coughing blood, gasping. “P-pozhá-lusta… Ya ne khotél... I didn’t mean to—”

“I will not allow that…” “Relax, Luna.” He replies looking to Ilsa and nodding. “It will not be by force. I have seen that too.” Ilsa says. “Your firstborn is destined to be mated with Juan’s daughter by will of the Moon Goddess.” “But my daughter is already twelve.” Juan says. Ilsa smiles. “Not Sophie.” She says. “Your mate will bear you more pups this year. It is of this litter that the Lycan King’s mate will be born.”

His plan B was to wait for the photos to circulate within the family then get them from the queen, but after what Sush said, it would just seem like he was running away from someone whose height didn’t even reach his stomach. Scoffing in amusement, Sush replied, “I think you’ll find the arm you lost was your pride. I wouldn’t worry about it not growing back. Lycans possess superior healing abilities after all.” Greg made a sound, eliciting her chuckles, before she reached over to his thigh, and said, “You did good. Lewis seemed to be okay with you.” Before her hand retracted, Greg’s came and held it captive. His fingers laced between hers, grip tightened in a way that forbade her hand from l

Kelissa expressed mutual hate for Sasha when she saw Sasha trying to seduce the very person she herself was seducing. After a few more drinks, Sasha sent Livia home. Livia walked into the dark house. Her parents were visiting some friends and her brother worked overseas so she was alone for now. She entered, and threw the keys with the other sets before sighing in exhaustion. She was making her way towards her room. But when she walked past the dark living room, her senses caught a presence. With her Lycan eyesight, she looked into the dark and saw a figure sitting crossed-legged on an armchair at a dark corner. She squinted her eyes, and when her vision finally adjusted fully to the darknes

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.

But the niggling doubt was driving me mad. “Poor little clone,” Felicia whispered into my mind, “do you really think he'll still love you when he knows what you are?” “Yes!” I snapped. “You don't know him. He doesn't care about that.” “Oh don't I?" she laughed derisively. “Gregor, the last of the keepers, failed assassin, and traitor to the crown.” “Why do you call him a traitor?” I asked. “He has done nothing but work to put the rightful heir back on the Lobotian throne.”