Luxa Gregor The Overlander Novels & Stories

“His image,” Vera finally said. “And his vices.” Now they were getting somewhere. Isaac tilted his head, keeping his voice light and breezy as he murmured, “Vices? What kind of vices?” Vera glanced toward the palace, as if worried they might be overheard. “He pretends to be so proper, so traditional,” she said, lowering her voice. “But there’s this Lycan liquor he loves—Blue Moon Spirit. It was banned from export to the Werewolf kingdom during the trade disputes a few years ago.”

"And send a message to the Vane Board. Tell them CEO Vance accepts their invitation. But make it clear: I don't negotiate with Betas. If they want my money, I want the King at the table." "Are we going to the big woods, Mommy?" Luna asked, her eyes widening. "The place with the big dogs?" "Yes, sweetheart," I said, kneeling down to look her in the eye. "But remember the rules. Scent-blockers on. No shifting. And if you see a man with eyes like Leo’s..." "Don't talk to him," Leo finished, his small hand balling into a fist. "Because he’s the one who threw us away." The drive to the airport was a blur of neon lights and cold determination. As I boarded the jet, I felt the ancient pull of the N

Victoria stayed close, her shoulders tight but her chin lifted slightly higher than before. We stopped at the center. Darius’s voice cut through the clearing, sharp and commanding. “Gregor!” The name echoed. For a moment, nothing happened. Then..... Movement. A group of wolves parted near the largest den, and Gregor emerged. He was larger than most, his build thick with strength, his presence heavy. Power radiated from him, but it wasn’t the kind that inspired loyalty. It was the kind that demanded obedience. His eyes locked onto Darius immediately.

"Elder Alpha?" Hector froze as he encountered Gregor, who was in a hurry. "Hurry, tell Andrick we have a meeting now!" Gregor then hurried off towards his office. Just moments ago, he was about to head home from the town hall meeting when he stumbled upon two elderly members of the Lunarclaw pack. He overheard that Alexander had apparently convinced the Luminar to collaborate with them, in exchange for allowing the latter to establish her own pack. The problem for Gregor was, if this pushed through, what would happen to his plan?

“You are certain it was Thunder Whiteland who attempted to dose your drink?” I straightened, willing my voice not to shake. “I am certain. I saw his face.” Gregor shifted beside me, arms crossed tight, his shoulders a wall of protection. He didn’t like me answering questions. He wanted to answer for me. Typical alpha nonsense. Lord Caldus noticed. His gaze slid to Gregor, cool and assessing. “And you, Alpha. You swear under oath you acted only in defense of the princess-to-be?” “I swear,” Gregor said. His voice was iron.

The crowd began to chant Liam’s name, “Darkmane! Darkmane!” Liam stepped slowly toward Gregor. He had reverted to his human form, though his body was streaked with blood and bruises. With the last of his strength he reached out a hand—a gesture of honor, not of insult. “Get up, Gregor. The fight is over,” Liam said. Gregor turned his head; his red eyes glinted with anger and shame. Roughly, he brushed Liam’s hand away. “Don’t think this is the end,” he snarled. Then he forced himself to his feet, staggered, and walked out of the arena with his head bowed.

Then suddenly I was standing tall and proud as my wolf Larissa. ‘She’s an ancient, Max. The blue crescent moon on her forehead signifies that. We must call Alpha Gabriel as soon as possible.’ ‘She must be the daughter of the deceased tyrant king. I’ll call him at once.’ The Blood Moon Howler Pack, along with Alpha Gabriel and his forces, eradicated Gregor and his rogues many years ago, mere months before I was born and left at the border. He was a crazed maniac that preyed on innocents and murdered them in cold blood. There’s no way that psycho could be my father.

Instead of agreeing, Xandar chose to say, “I’m beginning to see why the forest fell for you, Christian. You’re quite the flirt.” Xandar was elated with the growing humor in Lucianne when he said that. Christian, on the other hand, didn’t find it funny anymore when he narrowed his eyes at his cousin and heard the light chuckles from his cousin-in-law. When Greg returned, he was still murmuring profanities under his breath. He reached the discussion circle, lowered his ego and grudgingly asked, “Since that thing is…not forged, does this mean you’re the heir, Your Majesty? Do you have control over this ceiling dirt?”

LYRA For a moment, something flickered in Madam Aurora's eyes. Conflict, or perhaps guilt. But then her expression smoothed over again, becoming unreadable. "Nothing concerning, Luna. Just... old pack business. Things that have been handled a certain way for years." She paused, seeming to choose her next words carefully. "I'm working as a keeper for the books now. The books of the old. There are people who want them, people who would use the knowledge in them for purposes we cannot allow. So we've moved everything to the western side for safety."

I smiled at her, “Elena, I was thoughtful when the world was kind to me, but now the world is cruel to me; how can I be thoughtful?” “I understand,” Elena smiled, “You should get ready the suitors would be arriving soon. I healed the wound on my body and got ready to see the suitors. When I arrived at the hall, Ava and Indigo were already seated and all the available suitors were also seated. I was greeted by all except Indigo and Ava the moment I entered the hall. I didn't even bother to give them attention; I just sat at my designated seat. “Let's make this fast; This is lady Ava Alexander, daughter of the Alexander, sister to the Lycan. Does she need further introduction?” I questioned pl