Julius Creed Novels & Stories

Now he had brought it out into the open and it was real and beautiful and perfect in its own way yes, but Creed was all man and some of that reality was bigger than I could've imagined. I worried constantly now about the oddest things. Things like did he love me as much as I loved him? Would he leave me now that he'd got what he wanted? I knew nothing about relationships and what I was supposed to do, and quite frankly I felt out of my depth. Add the fact that Creed is so bigger than life and everything that is beyond perfect in my eyes, and I just knew I wouldn't be able to hold onto him forever. That thought more than any scares me to my soul.

"I messed up," Creed replied. Apart from Creed's mother, it's only Joel who knows Creed like the back of his hand. Creed's father died ten years ago in the forest. No one could understand how he died. Many people thought that Witches might have killed him. But nothing was clear. After that, it was just Creed and his mother. Alpha Hasphan is a great Alpha. He took Creed under his wing and encouraged him to learn and train. "You didn't just mess up. You ruined your chances with Sandra. You marked her in another pack and allowed her father to take her away? Man, what has gotten into you?" Joel asked with concern.

"And you didn't think to tell me Creed would have the same gift." "Our past alpha was three hundred years old. We were unsure if the gift would continue," Hera tried to explain. "Three hundred. How old is his son then?" I asked and they all looked at each other. "Micah is two hundred and seventy-four years old," Reuel answered. "Hera!" My jaw dropped open. How was Creed going to fight a being that was two hundred years old." The bedroom door burst opened and Creed rushed in with his brothers. "Elenora I'm so sorry," he said coming towards me and I put my hand up to stop him from coming any closer. His face twisted in pain and he stopped inches away from me.

I stood near the tall windows of our chamber, twisting the hem of my tunic between my fingers. Today, I would ride into danger beside Alexandro. Today, everything would change. The door opened behind me with a soft click, and I turned to find him there—already dressed for travel. He wore a dark leather tunic reinforced with steel at the shoulders, black trousers tucked into sturdy boots, and a heavy cloak pinned with a silver clasp shaped like a wolf’s head—the symbol of the Blood Moon Pack. His sword hung at his hip, gleaming wickedly even in the soft morning light.

Chapter 37 Julius the Third Commander of the Supreme God Destroyer was a fearsome creature. He was a massive werewolf, with fangs as sharp as daggers and claws that could tear through steel. He was also incredibly intelligent and cunning, and he had a deep understanding of the arcane arts. One day, Julius decided to attack the Sky Nation. The Sky Nation was a peaceful people who lived on floating islands high above the clouds. They were technologically advanced, but they were also pacifists and had no military to speak of.

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.

Creed said, walking over and taking a seat in the chair next to my bed. "Hi," I offered a weak smile. "Well, let me officially introduce myself. I am Creed," he said, extending a hand toward me. "The one and only man in the world who has to deal with this shitty ass right here." He jerked a thumb at Danzel. I couldn't help but laugh, especially when Danzel's eyes narrowed into a lethal glare. "Hey, Creed," I said, shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you." "The pleasure is all mine. I'm just grateful I finally get to talk to you. This guy has been fucking up his own brain—and mine—the entire time you've been unconscious."

He added, "Give me time, and I'll tower above everyone in Holtrien's martial world. Guillermo, Luther, Alfredo, the elders from the Umbral Peak Sect? I'll crush them all under my heel!" Julius burst into wild, arrogant laughter, his ambitions written all over his face. Then, he reached out his right hand and yanked viciously toward Eric. Eric's body jerked as his head was ripped upward by an invisible force, and in an instant, Julius held it suspended in his palm. "With just a thought from me, this little bastard's skull will burst open. Now, Brielle, come kneel and pledge your loyalty. Or I will let you watch your own bastard child turn into scraps. I imagine the sight would be spectacular.

Reign was sitting on the couch, he crossed his legs while Jethro sat on the chair close to Creed. "Why are you staring at me?" Reign smirked at me. "Do you find me appealing now that my brother is sick?" They weren't brothers, Creed was a carbon copy of their Father and Reign looked nothing like him. There were no similarities at all. "Your blood didn’t match your brother's.The doctors said you should come with your other siblings," I replied to him, sounding as cold as possible. I intentionally left out the part that he needed a donor and the facts that there were no brothers. I want to be sure if his remaining siblings were related to him by blood.

"Like you and Vlad the Impaler, there is fun to be around when y'all are making heart-shaped eyes and kissy-face all day." "Vlad the impaler," Levi laughed, "I like it," he called out. "I forgot the snarky son of a devil can hear us," Elias said. Creed walked up the driveway dressed almost the same as Elias. His eyes had dark circles under them and he looked like he was ready to pass out at any minute. "Where's Liam and Jordan?" I asked, looking down the driveway. Creed breathed out, pulling his tie out from around his neck and sitting next to me. "Held up with a client."