The Legend Of Old Gregg Novels & Stories

“Huh? W-what are you saying, Grandma? Let's go—” “My child, this is just only my apparition, a soul in other words. I’m not going to die anymore because I am already dead. I’m not leaving this room because I’m waiting for my grandson but he never came to even find out if I’m still alive. No one cares about an old woman like me, but, you are a proof that I am wrong. Thanks a lot. I’m ready to leave now and have my way to heaven. Be careful coming out of the building, okay?” the old woman revealed to me that made my whole system shutdown for a moment. I became dumbfounded of what I've heard from her. But I came back to my senses when I heard the ceiling starting to collapse.

Stone hit me again. A direct strike across the jaw. My head turned with the force. For one breath, everything went silent. Then I looked back at him. He understood. Too late. I moved. No wolf. No shadow. No wasted motion. Twenty seconds. Not more. He was on his back with a broken leg. Gregory tried to help him. Late. But he was relentless—already up again. I had wanted to put him down since morning. Still— “She is in danger.” “You are too,” Greg answered.

Greg came back with the receipts mere seconds later, biting back a question and I stood there ready to pry him about it. "Out with it", I said. The old man bit his dry bottom lip a before looking at both sides of the street. Which was of no use really because everyone knew Farmer Greg was not only famous for his farm fresh veggies and fruits but because he was the town's gossip. A far worse gossiper than Mrs Smith who had started the whole rumor about me being wanton to the town. Because being wanton meant showing up to a new town with no memories of the past and a babe without a father in my arms.

As if suddenly relieved, he looked down and took out a cigarette, slowly lighting it, taking the ring off his left finger and putting it in his coat pocket. Serena didn't want to look at him more than once, and followed directly behind the Grand Elder. Upon arriving at Greg's hospital room, she finally knew what her dad looked like. Greg was so excited to see her face that he almost got out of bed. But he was so weak now that he had to cough for a long time just to say two words. The Great Elder and him seemed to have a good relationship, and the two of them talked about things from the past. Greg's gaze stopped on Serena's body from time to time, and finally spoke gratefully, "Great Elder,

“Tell me, little man, how exactly are you going to fight those evil people? What’s your big plan?” Greg’s face lit up like Christmas morning. Without warning, he climbed onto his chair and then boldly onto the edge of the table, standing tall with his little chest puffed out and fists planted on his hips. “Yeah! I am Mafia Greg and I am here!” he announced dramatically, striking a superhero pose that sent a ripple of laughter through the room. “I’m gonna use my super strength to punch the bad guys, and I’ll drive a fast car like Daddy’s, and I’ll have guns but only for protection, and I’ll never let anyone make Mommy cry again. Boom! Bad guys down!”

I raised the knife again, placing the tip right against his lips. “Let’s try again,” I said sweetly. “This time, your left eye goes. Give me a name.” “Never!” he shouted. Too bad. I dug the blade in and popped out his left eye. His cries echoed off the walls, but I was done playing. “Told you what would happen,” I said. “Now give me a name.” “Fine!” he sobbed. “Please—stop! I beg you! It’s the son of the man you two killed. Oleg. Oleg Ricci. Please spare me!”

"He's injured. Why don't you let him stay in the hospital and take him back? It's very dangerous. Can't you tell?" After being scolded once, Greg was not angry. He just said, "It's the Old Master's idea. I can't do anything about it..." "The Old Master is old and confused. Are you confused at such a young age?" Her words were so straightforward that even Greg felt ashamed. When he looked up, he saw the Old Master coming over and heard her words clearly.

To drive the lesson home, they told him the tragic tale of two powerful Alphas, one was alpha Greg and the other was her great grandfather Alpha Greg once a revered leader, strong, fearless, and unmatched in battle. But all of that changed the day his mate got taken by rogues. He moved heaven and earth to find her, launched countless raids, and spilled rivers of blood to bring her home. Yet in the end, it wasn’t enough. They killed her right in front of him. And that was when the real horror began.

He is risen with a smug smile on his face and helps Tom drag Larissa roughly. "Please help me. Somebody save my woman!" murmured Lake, one of his hands trying to hold the blood flowing from his chest. His head kept bleeding so much, his face was destroyed. Tears flow as his father brings his beloved. And Lake again said in a low voice, before he closed his eyes, "If I am born again, as my woman doth say, So, I want to be born into a man with no feelings. I beg you." That day, in 1931 in January. Watergate bay, Newquay witnessed for the umpteenth time. But this time there was a different, beautiful beach that witnessed the bloodshed between brothers. A tragic turn of events, never to be forgo

an old man in the crowd commented, his voice tinged with disbelief. But just as he finished his sentence, Greg raised his hand slightly, unleashing a terrifying attack that struck the old man with devastating force. The crowd gasped as the old man crumpled to the ground, a grim reminder of Greg’s ruthless power and the peril they faced in this secret realm. The atmosphere grew tense. Everyone grew acutely aware of Greg's dominance. Whispers of fear spread among them, and the realization sank in. Anyone who dared to challenge the Universe Alliance’s might would pay dearly.