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.

"I heard him earlier. He was explaining flanking maneuvers. Battle formations. Things warriors study for years." Araya's stomach twists. "He's just playing." "Is he?" Selvara challenges gently. "Or is he preparing them for something?" Araya doesn't answer. Because she doesn't know. That evening, the council meets. Araya sits at the head of the table with Ronan at her right hand. Elders and warriors and representatives from different bloodlines fill the other seats. The discussion turns, inevitably, to Lucian. "The boy is unnatural," one elder says. His name is Gregor, a pack wolf who joined after the coronation. "No cub develops this fast. It goes against the natural order."

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.

I want this token to be remembered for all eternity. 'Are you sure about this, Greko? I heard that he pampered his luna to the moon.' 'Do not tell me that you are getting scared of that whore? The behemoth lost because she summoned the Phoniex from the elven continent. But summoning a supernatural beast like that one needs offering and great strength. I am damn sure that the whore is recuperating right now behind that bastard.'

Chapter 98 Theoreon’s POV The border winds howled like angry spirits across the frozen ridges, carrying the sharp scent of pine and distant blood. I stood at the forefront of my warriors, my massive frame rigid as I stared down the ragged band of rogues attempting to breach our northern territory. These filth had grown bolder in recent weeks, testing the strength of the Lycan King’s borders while I was distracted by chaos within my own palace. My wolf paced with lethal impatience beneath my skin, eager to spill blood and vent the frustration that had been building since the night of the assassination attempt on Bella.

24 YEARS LATER. Gwenn Pov “I want to run a sword through you so badly that the feeling is visceral. After all these years together I cannot believe you still are a bigoted two timing jerk.” I yelled as I stormed into the throne room, Arius behind me. “I am Yama, I cannot be seen as the fool being controlled by the Alal. It would undermine my ruling…” Arius tried explaining but he just made me even more furious than usual. “Your ruling… I am right and the whole kingdom is aware of that, the forgotten world should not be explored.”