The Legend Of Old Gregg Novels & Stories

The following night, Liam truly kept his word. His long black car stopped in front of a grand hall often used for meetings between Alphas and the pack elders. I walked beside Liam nervously. My cold hand felt small within his grip. His breathing was steady, his stride firm, and his Alpha aura made everyone bow their heads as we passed. At the end of the room, an elderly man sat in a high-backed chair, wearing an elegant black suit, his silver hair slicked neatly back. His gaze was sharp, commanding respect. Alpha Gregor, Ronny’s father and Liam’s old friend.

“You chase from the north and let your men sweep. Fine. We’ll ride the western path, push through the ravine, and cut across their retreat. When both lines close, we step between them. You will have their backs turned, their heads full of the hunt. We will have the prize.” His jaw worked. He wanted to argue. Pride makes men shout when they should listen. “You think Greg will let her go?” he spat. “Greg thinks everyone acts from greed,” I said. “He underestimates loyalty and timing. He’ll be noisy, predictable. He makes mistakes with his chest he brags and then he’s blind. We’ll not join their noise; we’ll be the quiet hand that plucks a coin from a sleeping pocket.” I watched the understandi

“One I’m sure you will like. ”Gregg shrugged. “If it doesn’t involve me being with my niece, then I’m not sure I’ll like it at all. ”I exchanged a glance with Trent. “I don’t see you having much of a choice here, Gregg. Helping me is in your best interest, but I want to give you something as well. The other option is not something you will like too much. ”He nodded. “I’m listening.” “You will help me track Derrick’s hideout and tell me all you know about Amber’s parents, pack, and why her wolf was bound.” Lowering myself into the seat opposite Gregg, I watched his face, studying it for the reaction I was looking and hoping for.

He’s just on the wrong side of the fight. They made their way through the halls of the ground floor, then they stopped in front of the black door at the end. The air was warm and quiet as Chief Gregor opened the door and stepped inside. Arth spotted a man of sixties reading a leather-bound book on his desk. He glanced around and found many black shelves filled with old books. “Jade,” Gregor said as he walked towards the desk. When the old man raised his head, his eyebrows jumped in surprise.

“Yes, come on Noah. Stick your hand out and you'll see the wind has changed directions. Maybe if we move the target towards the fountain, I’ll get a better shot.” “But I made my shot perfectly.” Noah chuckled at me and I growled and started to reach for him playfully when a voice sounded behind us. “Focus, pup. You are always making excuses.” The gruff voice of Gregor made me freeze. He was our family's longtime combat trainer. He had his hand crossed in front of him, his hair was gray and he had a stern glare that always scared me, but not as much as the long scar that travelled down his right eye, completely blinding it that it was white.

he suggested and I had a nod. "Capturing one of them hasn't worked so far, all those we captured couldn't talk because their tongues were cut off, but I guess Elder Sean's ability to read minds could come in handy during questioning" I replied. "Anyway," I said and stood up ready to leave, "I'm not sending you all on a blind mission, a place has been located on the outskirts of Tex pack, the place is suspected to be a small hideout or a temporary base to the black hood, I will send a small number of warriors to you and you can decide what to do." I start and vegan walking towards the door.

As long as Grandpa Lucky was still breathing, Gregory knew he wouldn’t be able to achieve all he wanted. The old man was like a rock, unmoving, unbending. He knew the stories. Everyone knew the stories. All those who had ever dreamt – just dreamt, mind you, not even attempted – all those who dreamt of ‘handling’ Grandpa Lucky never lived to tell the tale. Not a single one. Even his own father, Owen Vancouver, Hades’s father too, had found out the hard way. Grandpa Lucky was a ghost, a legend, and a very real problem. Now he’d have to think of ways to handle Grandpa Lucky. A very delicate operation.

he said hoarsely. “Yes, I’ve come to ask you a few questions. The alpha has promised to either set you free or kill you depending on the answer you give me," Gregory said. He crouched before the rogue king, and his eyes glowed bright blue so he could see through the darkness. “So, think wisely before answering,” he continued. “I will give you the answers you need, depending on the questions you ask,” the old man said. Gregory let out a sigh, then asked, “You left the rogue king’s army and became a mechanic in Mystic Meadow. After a few months, you were taken away by a car that belonged to the Montgomery family. True or false?"

“Gregory is a riot. I didn’t know him too well before, but man alive, I want to find out all about him now. You’ll never guess his superpower!” “Superpower?” Helen repeated, stunned. Mindy took a deep breath before she answered carefully, “It seems that in a past life, Gregory was a carny.” “A carny?” Helen exclaimed. “That’s right,” Mindy giggled. “He used to be one of those guys who stands there at the carnival and shoots paper targets with a BB gun. You know, the person running the stand who can actually score enough points to get a really big prize. That way, everyone thinks it’s easy. So, Gregory found the game he used to run and he won Laura this gigantic pink spotted frog within the f

“I won’t let him destroy our father’s legacy.” I squeezed his arm lightly before walking away, but the truth lingered. Greg wasn’t after money—he wanted it all. My respect for my dad grew at that moment. He wasn’t going to let Greg destroy what Grandpa had built, and neither would I let that happen, and if he thought he could get away with this, he was sorely mistaken.