Luxa Gregor The Overlander Novels & Stories

The path to the demon realm was narrow we passed through coved mountains and hills, and whenever the carriage tilted over, I felt her flinch. From a distance, I saw it a tall, grand gate. Black pillars were chained together with links the size of my torso, sigils crawling across the surface like living things. Before it stood the guardian a horned, gray-skinned demon whose molten eyes locked on mine the moment we approached. "Lucian," he rumbled, his voice a deep vibration—low and ancient. "Lycan king." He bowed, and at his command the gates opened without any challenge. Light, not darkness, welcomed us.

The two moons of aratia shone brightly over the glittering mansion giving it an heavenly appearance, which was ironic as to what took place in the mansion. Captain regron, commander of the 3rd division of the blades of Herega, goddess of storms and chaos bringer walked briskly down the hallway, nodding briefly to the lines of the panic-stricken workers that went by. He shook his head as he mused to himself, poor things he thought to himself as he moved on towards the large door that had become visible, they were only mortal with a touch of magic in their veins, they couldn't handle what they saw on a daily basis at the hands of their king who he knew to be a sick bastard. The doors swung ope

Lester says, looking over at max. "Yeah right, even if he is real from what the stories say he has been dead for thousands of years now, so there is no way you could have seen him," Max says. "Those are just exaggerated stories. He hasn't been dead that long. I seen him once when I was a young boy" Lester tells us. "But why would you be looking for the location of the lycan king when he's dead?" Lester frown over at me with a confused look on his face.

3 hands, 7ft, and 3 inches in height, and weighed 1,527 kilograms. He opened his golden wings that sparkled through the lights and spoke. “No one dares to enter this sacred place. Who do you think you are?” His deep voice echoed throughout the entire room. Kylo hid behind my back. “I am Luxferre, the bearer of light. This room is under my power. I forbid it for outsiders to read any of the books inside the library. You deserve a punishment.” He stepped closer with anger visible in his eyes and knitted brows. “Well, I am Vad Wagner, the bearer of truth. We didn’t mean to intrude. Kylo and I were lost and we don’t know the way back.”

Luca transformed into a full-fledged wolf and sprinted as fast as he could with the omega clinging to his fur. He forcefully knocked down anyone or anything that stood in his path and vaulted over the main gates to make his escape. Theoden's rage knew no bounds when he received the news. He mobilized fifty formidable beastmen and warned Axel to stay put. Luca's escape from the castle represented a dangerous rebellion. Theoden wished to keep this stain on the family's reputation hidden from public view, for his son had become a traitor by sheltering a flower close to the Braddocks of Ingram.

The outcomes aren’t looking good. "Alpha," Sentinel Tegan approaches with a scroll in his hand. "Two moons after the Luna's expectant state was declared, there was an entry in the patrol logs. A rogue crossed the border near the eastern ridge. His visit was to the Packhouse." My stomach tightens. "Name?" "Greg," he says. My breath leaves my lungs in a slow exhale. Greg. The rogue who now claims the child as theirs. The rogue who has always harbored a deep hatred for our pack. Who has always led the rogues into battle in my territory. I push off the wall, pacing the room. The evidence stacks against Bella, brick by damning brick.

“Ah, your arrogance, Damian. Now that you’ve secured an Omega from the Moonveil family, you’ve regained your confidence.” “Haven’t I always been like this, Gregor?” “Yes, you have. But you did falter for a while, didn’t you?” Gregor smirked. “You changed after Lyra died. Still ruthless as ever, but noticeably vulnerable. I thought you’d remain that way forever—trapped in the shadows of your past.” My heart clenched, but I kept my face impassive. I had expected someone to mention her name tonight sooner or later. Lyra.

It was better than here. We hadn't gotten too far when I saw Layla with 2 other men. One of them was her companion from the other night. Mule, man, who had my cooter leaking. He must be some sort of a warlock. He was fucking Greg up. He had straight-up lightning bolts coming from his eyes and hands.

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."

Everything felt wrong. “Stay close,” Ryan said. I stepped beside him as we walked toward the main hall. The guards at Nightshade bowed low as we passed. Their eyes flicked to me with curiosity. I lowered my gaze, trying to keep my breathing steady. Inside, a tall man greeted us with a polite smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Lycan King,” he said, bowing. “It is an honor.” Ryan gave a short nod. “And the Luna,” he added, his gaze lingering on my covered face. “Welcome,” he said. “I trust your journey was safe.”