Julius Creed Novels & Stories

Creed had returned from planet Varaum-91C only two days ago. Yet, instead of taking a break, he decided to visit the archery training facility - Target 101. Four months ago, he had made a deal with master Hugh that if he could provide any lead in solving his excessive strain problem, then Creed would have to join his facility as an instructor.

“I’m not giving up and a fighter too. And when he wakes up, I’ll be here. I’ll keep him on this machine for a hundred years if I have to. He has to come back to me.” ***** The penthouse was too quiet. The only sound was the low murmur of the TV and Julian’s own ragged breathing. He was buried under a mountain of blankets on the couch, shivering even though he wasn’t cold. He was trying to watch the news, to see the fruit of their dangerous labor. But the images swam. The polished anchor’s voice grated in his ears. “...a scandal of unprecedented scale...” “...former Deputy Mayor Carlisle, business magnate Vorhees... all named in connection...”

How was I supposed to feel again? He’s freaking breathtaking. I know Alexander is gorgeous, but right now, he’s looking ten times more beautiful than the last time I saw him. His long dirty blonde hair is slicked back, tucked behind his ears, revealing his forehead. His dark brows are neatly groomed, and his gorgeous silver eyes are peeking from beneath them. He looks mature in a different way than he usually does. He looks responsible, unbelievably sexy, and is that a suit peeking from the cut of the small screen? I can’t tell because it seems a bit dark wherever he is, and he also appears to be moving.

Yuki's POV Creed? A mess? Yeah, I'd believe it when I'd see it. Last I'd seen, he was already building new branches of creedX technologies , expanding all the way to Japan like he owned the entire world. That didn't yell "mess" to me. That yelled success—and success without me. And I, in the meantime, was spiraling. Again. Always goddamned spiraling. Like clockwork.

Jude’s family is closing in. “Okay, Jacob,” I say, shoulders squared, jaw set. “You’re right. So what do you want?” He leans in, face grim. “I know what you’re doing.” Silence. “I know a vengeful soul when I see one. And make no mistake — you’re not the first.” I laugh bitterly. “Are you… worried about me, Mr. Creed?” “Oh, you misunderstand me,” he says, voice dropping. “Let me make something very clear.”

“I’ll let you know what happens.” I step out of the pack house just as Creed arrives in a black SUV that looks more like a fortress on wheels than a vehicle. He steps out, and as usual, he’s a fucking giant. The man is built like a battle tank—solid muscle, tattooed arms crossed over his chest, exuding power like an Alpha should. His long blonde hair, a trait passed down from his father, Alpha Kai, is tied back, but it doesn’t make him look any less intimidating. If anything, it adds to his legend—this is the son of a fucking Wolf God.

the second person added, also taking off his mask. “And we’ll keep giving them hints,” the last person said, coming in. Caius nodded as he watched him stand together with the rest of them. They are his sons—the Hell Devils. The last person took off his star nose mask. Jaxon Creed; circle nose mask. He’s got tattoos on his body, and he hates whatever he doesn’t like. Maddox Creed: silent deceiver, triangular nose mask. Just like his name, Maddox, he is indeed mad. He doesn’t talk much, and that helps him deceive people. He is Jaxon’s twin brother—dizygotic.

His eyes are downcast as he stalks towards me with his fists clenched, along with the referee, and my heart leaps into my throat at the bloodlust on his scent. Why is there bloodlust on his scent? Is he out here just to murder me? The referee explains everything but I don’t even register the so-called rules because Creed has finally looked at me. A cold shiver shoots up my spine when I notice his eyes and I know right there that this must be what they mean by looking Death in the eye. Creed’s are split; two crimson irises are occupying each eye, but it’s like he’s not even seeing me.

ONE WEEK LATER “...the world is still in shock about the news. They don't know how to process it, I tell you!” She could hear the voice of the TV host even under the shower. She lifted her head to the water with her eyes closed as she let the soap wash down her body. “... like a lot of people are still wondering if it's a joke. I still go to bed every night digesting the news that the man behind the Creed is none other than Leroy Adams, son of Alpha Derrick Adams Blackcrown Pack!”

"An omega on the elite roster? Is the Council joking?" I ignored them, keeping my eyes fixed on the center mat. Standing at the edge of the grid, his hands tucked rigidly behind his back, was Creed. He had shed his tailored business suit for a sleeveless black tactical compression shirt that showed off the massive, scarred expanse of his shoulders.