Creed Mc Novels & Stories

says James walking towards the man for a final punch. But James's fist stays in midair. A heavy metal cranks on his helmet. An excruciating pain originates in his left brain instantaneously. His vision gets blurry. "James!" Alicia cries out loud. James turns back with his blurry vision. He could only make out that the cart's driver was standing a step away from him. Before James could part the distance to put a punch, a metal rod swings in the air. The heavy impact of metal on James's helmet makes it fly in the air. The helmet falls to the ground and rolls forward to finally stop on its side. The eye-revealing helmet has Christ's cross symbol on its oval head. The cross symbol is now lateral

I don’t even have time to grieve, because something else appears on the screen and I frown when I see an adult Creed running through the forest. He’s a complete copy of Kai now - blonde hair, blue eyes, large as fuck build, and a menacing aura. But he’s naked as he sprints through the forest, old scars and tattoos covering his chest and arms. He comes to a stop abruptly and falls to his knees sobbing. “No…I refuse to believe this,” he murmurs, shaking his head and emitting a growl filled to the brim with pain. “You can’t be dying!”

“You have an event to attend right? Let’s do this, but this time you’ll be participating if you will have a change.” “You mean I’ll shoot him when I have the change. I won’t get change in murder right?” “No. It’s self defense but just do it when he’s aggressive or you’ll notice that he will harm you.” I’ve also been practicing shooting on my free time too. I’m not that good at it yet but I get the job done. The event came closer… it’s my mother’s event, this is the first anniversary of her modeling agency and of course as Pearl I will come.

Until he reached near the end: Marco DeSanti – Shared Sky (Sun and Moon) Symbol: Shattered Wheel Status: Claimed Alessandro felt a lump in his throat. He had taken Marco’s life. In the chapel, during the eclipse. It wasn’t merely punishment; it was part of something bigger—a ritual. He kept turning the pages. In transit Symbol: Withheld Event: Incomplete No name. No status. He flipped the page and hesitated. The last entry was sealed with wax, marked by a black seal that bore the same symbol the priestess had drawn in Marco’s blood.

“Then I met your father. Cosimo was charming, and he saw the huntress in me. The last thing that I expected was for him to want me to give up what I knew. I fell for him, hard, and when I carried his child; I was scared of how the Hunters of the Creed would act.” “What is this Creed?” I asked, shaking my head in question. “It is everything that your father has always been fighting against.” She said, looking me in the eye. “It is the act of good. It is to live with people without enslaving them, and to be at peace. Your father has his acts. He devoirs power at its highest of edges, and he knows how to claim it when he wants to do so. But he does it to hold his place. He does it to be the kin

“No friggin’ way, you guys have a little town here!” Creed smiles and nods his head. “We do, sort of. They’re my pack - the largest in the country. Descended from Russian migrants a long time ago,” he explains with a hint of pride to his voice. “But that’s something for you to learn more of once I’ve claimed you.” The thought of Creed claiming me gets me hot under the collar and I can feel goosebumps pucker on my skin. How will that feel, I wonder? Letting my mate claim me completely under the full moonlight? Hmm, well if it’s anything like-

I had never believed in the moon goddess, but I think now, I do. “You bastard!” Yelled in rage by the member, “You promised to stay out of our sight once you get the goods!” Creed shrugged, “Ah, I forgot to mention, I never take my words seriously.” The male instantly lunged forward, and I didn’t know if it was his way of showing he was not scared but he did not match Creed’s strength as one attack and he was on the ground. “That was easy.” He commented, “Ravena, go and get their goods.”

asked Carson. “No, they are appointed by almighty forces which are hidden within the martial arts community. They are called the Creeds of Mainland!” “The Creeds of Mainland!” Everyone who occupied the same table stared at Demi with shocked and incredulous expressions. “What exactly are the Creeds of Mainland?” Demi explained, “They date back to hundreds or even thousands of years ago. Their existence is beyond the ordinary world. They can destroy all the supreme magnate families in the world with no effort at all.

Myra demanded as she slammed the door. Myra’s nose was bleeding, she reached in her jacket to retrieve a hankerchief. She tilted her head back, pressed the cloth to her nose and said, “You must not speak to it dear. This man Jedd made some kind of deal with the devil. It’s not him dear or just a shadow figure. This entity is ancient. Each deal it makes it grows stronger, darker, more malicious. There’s more than just Jedd in there. Who knows how many dark souls are twisted into that thing. Do not speak to it, you’re giving it more power.” She nodded at Jess’ thighs. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” Jess looked down at her thighs and there were three bloody claw marks on the inside of each

It was too early for dinner time because it is only past five o'clock so she thought that is not the free meal that Mama Loida was telling her. "What is it?" she immediately asked when she opened the door. A woman greeted her who she thought was just a few years younger than Mama Loida. She carries a tray. In the tray is a cup of hot coffee. "Good afternoon, I'm Malou, Ma’am Loida asked me to give this to you," the woman smiled sweetly at her. "Wow thank you so much," she said and then accepted the tray. Malou nodded first before speaking again. “Later I will deliver your dinner. What Ma’am Loida said was true. You are very beautiful and polite, that may be the reason why she liked you right