Luxa Gregor The Overlander Novels & Stories

He finalized " All of it?" I widened my eyes " Your dad is the founder of one of the most richest companies in Crest country , don't be so stingy it's also your responsibility since you put him there in the first place" the officer said " No , not that. I meant his face, all of it?" I asked with a bitter smile. Money wasn't even my concern

In the palace's huge meeting room was the king, his officials and the elders, sitting around a huge table which had stacks of written books on them. The situation at hand was pretty serious that it had everyone, in their serious mindedness thinking about the solution to tackle with. It was a matter about the rouges that had been disturbing the peace, of both wolves and elves in the village consistently. "Are those rouges not wolves that lost their identity, and have either been kicked out of their pack or left on their own free will?" One of the official, Lucia asked. She was an half wolf and half elf, but she had more of the elf blood running through her veins.

Luna went back and prepared for the birthday charity lunch the next day with her father. ... In the garage, Andrius’ expression darkened when he saw the news online. “Damn you, Registus!” He understood the strength of the Western Nations and the combat prowess of the Lycantroops.

Max didn't make any attempt to help him out as the short man finally struggled and stood up. Max saw his claws were out as he looked around, searching for something. "There you are" Gregor said. He walked to where his goggle had fallen and picked it up. He observed it was a little bit cracked, which he frowned at before putting them on. He was so short that if not for his beard, they always mistake him for a young cub. "Beta Max" Gregor quickly took a bow on seeing who was standing right in front of him. He has bad eyesight and could barely see without his lens. He had to look up at Max while Max was looking down at him with his hands at his back and his feet apart.

"You escaped?" "I'm resourceful when motivated. And I have motivation. Darius has broken many laws against pack traditions and hierarchy." "So I've heard. Claiming a servant as his luna. Quite scandalous." Gregor sipped his whiskey. “I don’t understand why I care about any of this, except that I do.” "Because today the one becoming Luna is a servant. The next day, it's omegas fighting for the same status as nobles. This kind of thing is contagious, Gregor. If we don’t halt it now, pack buildings everywhere will fall.”

I have to go—I’ve exceeded my break time from work. I kissed Mom on the cheek and dashed out of the room. --- Gregory Farstone, a powerful and feared Werelord, sat on the balcony of his mansion, enjoying the evening breeze. His son, Kent, stood before him, pleading his case. "Dad, we have to do something," Kent urged. "I won’t let Serbian hurt Caroline." Gregory puffed on his cigar, blowing out a cloud of smoke. "I understand your concerns, Kent, but we can’t rush into this. The Silverfox Pack won’t take kindly to our interference."

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.”

The dark me said to Drex laughing hilariously "How is this possible? How are you my greatest fear? I am Drex, Overloaded of Transylvania, I fear no...(I cut him shut with a heavenly punch), I quickly vamp sped towards him before he reached the ground with an uppercut which took him up, before he could know what was happening, I quickly pierced my fangs deep into his neck draining his blood, my eyes became extremely red as I growled like a werewolf (through my mother's gene). Drex landed on the floor hitting his body very hard on the ground, he became helpless, Tinxta who noticed what was happening to their Overlord, as he was having fear of his wife leaving him for another Vampire, came to t

Specifically. "Stand down," Liam orders his wolves. To Gregor he says, "State your business." Gregor doesn't answer immediately. He looks past the Alphas. Past the warriors. His eyes find me on the porch. Old eyes. Haunted. Full of guilt and something that looks like grief. Then he does something that makes every wolf in the territory freeze. He kneels. Not a crouch. Not a bow. He drops to both knees in the dirt in front of Alpha Marcus. In front of Liam. An Alpha. Kneeling.

I lived through this, and even though I don't remember, I somehow survived. Gregor scoffs, his voice sharp and grating. He turns to Russell, who’s already starting to heal, the cuts and bruises on his face fading like they were never there. “This worthless wolf managed to beat the hell out of you,” Gregor sneers, his lips curling in disgust. Russell stays silent, his eyes fixed on the floor like it’s the most interesting thing in the room. Gregor shakes his head, a humorless laugh slipping out. “But then again, I shouldn’t be surprised.” He looks down at my wolf, his gaze cold and calculating. “She’s Atlas and Artemis’s bastard."