The Legend Of Old Gregg Novels & Stories

Gregg saw through the smoke that the person walking toward him and his daughter held what looked like an ax. “Hello?” Gregg called out to the dark figure. “Can you help us?” He shouted. He thought the dark figure was a firefighter. At least, that’s what he hoped. The pain in his leg was causing his voice to crack and tremble. *Who is that? That’s not my wife*. Those were the thoughts that were echoing through Gregg’s mind as he stared straight ahead at the approaching dark figure.

"Mr. Mattel Senior, Mr. Mattel is the true heir of the family. I have no choice but to listen to him. I have a family to feed, too." Gregory had watched his back his entire life. He didn't think he'd one day be betrayed by his own grandson in his old age. Looking back, his body had been deteriorating over the last few years and particularly in recent weeks. He was getting weaker each day, and he assumed it had something to do with Lorcan. He snorted. "You'd think he'd be a little more patient, given my age." Hubert remained silent. After a long pause, Gregory asked, "How long do I have to live?"

She shouted. The very next moment Gregory got out from one of the rooms, his face plastered in an artificial smile. Soon all of them realized the mistake they have been making. Gregory was the Crypt Keeper and he had been stealing souls for decades. Disguising himself as a disabled, high school student gave him a chance to stay close to many young, vulnerable people. He had tricked them, along with thousands of other people. One of his victims was Larry, his close friend. The three of them were in an awe.

Leo gritted out, his palms turning into fists under the table. An insider had spilled company secrets and successfully managed to plummet down their stocks and corner the Emerson Group with multiple competitors vying to take over the famous business empire. “Jackals. That is what they all are in this industry,” His grandfather and mentor would grumble and teach him all the tricks of the trade. God bless his kind soul in heaven, especially when his rotten son had spilled water all over his hardwork. "I don’t think anyone has a bid and the numbers as good as ours, Sir,” the efficient secretary honestly said.

Legend smirked. He knew keeping him was never a mistake. "You know where to put him." He said and left with his hands wrapped at his back in a gentle manner. A job cleanly done. *** "Guards, take Brian down!" Legend yelled suddenly and everyone gasped in shock and surprise. "Legend, what is this all about?" His father asked him. Legend cast a glance at him. "Father, this is my regime and I don't have to account to you, do I?" He asked and turned back to Brian who was held down by the guards.

Ourelia kept her lips sealed, but when Greg began squeezing her face and fracturing her facial bones, she choked out, “If you want…answers, why didn’t you just…bring your new girlfriend to question us…instead?” Greg NEVER had a girlfriend. The term was just used to push his buttons, but he prepared himself for this. Every living being with ears in the rogue world would have known about this weak spot of his by now. After what he did to the Kyltons and to himself, he knew that any future enemies he may have would use Lucianne to throw him off, to make him feel that he wasn’t as great as he presented himself to be, to hurt his ego and make him feel pathetic since he couldn’t get the woman he w

Greg owned 15 Leech for decades before killing them all. All the fine hairs on my body stood up instantly. I remember meeting Greg that night in San Francisco, before I heard a horrible screeching noise that finally brought me back into the alley ... But the police couldn't find a body the next day, had he just finished killing his last Leech then? My stomach hurts just imagining it. Then I thought of ... "Oh no, Lana .. " "Greg wouldn't hurt her. I don't know what happened to either of them, but he wouldn't hurt Miss Morrel." Something in his voice made me feel more at ease.

On the highest mountain in the woods, as the wind blew strongly rustling the trees, and the blue rays from the full moon illuminated the landscapes and grasses, two figures could be seen, completely naked speaking in hushed whispers. “It’s getting worse by the day. I am worried about what to do. Blood will be shed…. lots of it” One of the two figures, the female who was still sweating and panting after hours of running in the woods. Her companion shook his head slowly, and wrapped his arms around her. “It won’t get to that my love. I am sure it won’t’

After every details given by Vigil one of the great grand child of pa Zion the great, he had told them all these stories just to prepare them for things that may await them, One of the armies was wondering, he looked at others, and they made a sign that he should go ahead with his question, the man said " you have told us everything that happened in just a night, but we need to know what happened before the terrible night Sir, he looked for a chair sat on it and he began.

They would go to parties together and hang out as a group with Anderson and Erick, amongst some others of Greggory’s friends from Moon-Valley. Jess looked up to Greggory as well; he was about 5 years older than us and one of the youngest Alpha’s known. His father passed away at an early age from a fast-moving and rare disease. Greggory took over as Alpha at the young age of 15. Which is something we strongly admired about him.