The Legend Of Old Gregg Novels & Stories

“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?"

“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.

“Because it’s not that easy to say, Greg. He was the former king.” Greg slammed his hand on the table again and the sound reverberated through the hall. “What don’t you get about this? My old man was murdered! I have a right to know who did it!” Sanchez raised his weary eyes to meet Greg’s. “Easy or not, Greg, that’s something I’m still not prepared to tell you.”

They had always been the children of legacy, the prophecy no one spoke aloud but everyone expected to unfold. And now—now—that same legacy curled inside her. Unasked for. Unplanned. Unwanted, maybe, by its own father. But alive. What a cruel trick. Adrain’s betrayal still stung, deep and quiet, like frostbite in summer. But the child inside her? That wasn’t a mistake. That was blood. Old blood. Strong blood. Hers. And maybe that’s what scared her most. Because what if this child inherited the worst of both of them?

An old lady pounced forward, yelling, "Was it you who took that damn girl away?" "Madam, calm down and listen to me, I'm—" Gregory raised his arms high. The old lady refused to listen to him. She spat on him. "I don't care who you are. Give us the girl!" Gregory was dumbfounded. He recalled how he'd been loved and respected by everyone the last time he'd shown up here. "Have you gone crazy? Do you know who I am?" Gregory couldn't stand those idiots. The old lady wanted to curse at him more, but the village chief held her back.

but as Alexia Skylar Hale, im known to be work along side my father, in the company, of course. My father is Chris Hale. The owner of the Hale company. We're the second most well known family because of our company. The mafia shit is private. And for the mafia as well, we're second. And i have no issue with that at all. Matter of fact, neither does my father.

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.