Creed Mc Novels & Stories

She stood in front of me even though I could tell she was terrified. "Look I have no idea what kind of psychopathic cult shit you got her in but she is staying with me," Kris said and a growl reverberated through Creed's chest. "Creed," I warned and he stopped immediately. "What are you doing?" He asked me. "There is a reason the majority of the world doesn't know about the existence of the supernaturals." "What the fuck it's like I just stepped into a roleplaying game." Kris was flabbergasted at the words coming put of Creed's mouth.

Rafe immediately held up his hand for me to stop, “First of all, who ever came up with calling us the creations?” shrugging I smirked, “I don’t know, I always figured you guys did,” He rolled his eyes as he shook his head, “We would never refer to ourselves as the creations, that’s so cheesy,” He replied, and gave a laugh, “Okay, well as cheesy as it sounds, that’s what you’re called here on earth. So what are you actually called then?” “Hrooar,” He replied, and my brows immediately furrowed,

“I believe you are of excellent character. Not once have you tried to show you power to any of us, even though I know you could wipe us all out of the room in an instant.” Wow, was Creed that powerful? Creed had me sit on the table. He bowed low to Seth with his arms crossed. “I hope to work with you soon, maybe get some revenge on a blood-sucker,” Seth chucked. Sadie poked Seth in the stomach. “Baby, that’s racist.”

"Oh, my god! Is that your car? You finally got one?" "Er– no. Not yet. Clair is just letting me borrow this one for today. No car for me yet." I pause and glance behind her. When I don’t see who I’m searching for within eye distance, I look back at Maddy. "Where’s Dex?" "Oh right. Sorry. Come in." Maddy laughs as she steps to the side, giving me room to walk inside. She shuts the door and motions to the stairs. "He’s in his room. I’m glad you’re here cause he has been in such a sour mood. Maybe you can make him feel better."

I saw Zak, Dev, Cord and Quinn either browbeating or lecturing the women I wasn't sure which, but it didn't look like they were having much luck. "How's it hanging brother, where's the wild one?" They looked around for Creed but he and his woman weren't back yet. "Should be here soon, he got married last night so him and his bride headed up to the cabin a few miles in. Say, you boys need the priest? He should still be around here somewhere."

“Us? There was never us Vince. I clearly told you I am in love with Arthur and will only stop loving him if I found out I'm not his mate but it seems the moon goddess heard my plea and paired us together” Vince, Arthur, Aurora, her brother Drew and Layla, her best friend, had all grown up together as friends and would often meet when either parent visits each other. Vince has a crush on Aurora and proposes they date till each of them finds their mate or they get lucky and become destined mates since a werewolf can't recognize his mate till she clocks 18 years old. However, Aurora also has a secret crush on Arthur and had once whispered a prayer to the moon goddess on a full moon to grant her

There were two patches on the worn old vest that set his apart from the rest of the members of the Steel Claw Motorcycle Club: the most important in this particular moment was the one that read “Vice President” “Where do you want him, Pat?” Asked Fitz, his Sergeant at Arms, essentially his right-hand man. Flanking their new guest was a prospect, much more brawn than brain, much more bite than bark. “He can have a seat,” Patrick said, crossing his arms over the broad expanse of his chest. He regarded the man with cool curiosity as he was deposited, rather unceremoniously, into a chair in front of Patrick. The man had been roughed up a little — nothing too extreme, but at the first opportunity

I wanted them to remember I wasn’t carved from legend or myth I was bone and breath, flawed but real. Then, I opened the page. “The Flame Creed was never written for conquest. It was not designed to rule. It was created when I had nothing left but a voice and a promise that no one else would live under a name that didn’t belong to them, and no one else would die trying to inherit blood they never asked for.” The quiet in the room thickened. No one moved. No one interrupted.

We spent the whole night talking after the party, and we told each other everything. Creed has been through a lot, and I hope he succeeds at overthrowing his father. It would be the best thing for his whole den. I wasn’t really shocked that his king is a power-hungry fool. After all, I’m from Green Ridge. We save supernaturals from that exact scenario all the time, and it’s the main reason I need to keep my powers hidden.

"Everyone, get back to what you were doing, or leave my party if you're going to stand there and stare at my squad member like a complete idiot!" Amber grabs the DJ microphone and starts yelling into it. Everyone immediately obeys, turning their attention away from me. "And if I ever see a video of Jaylee circulating, remember that I'm filthy rich and have the best lawyer out there." "I promise I'll track that person down and sue him or her so badly that they wish they were never born."