Julius Creed Novels & Stories

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.

But I’d been so sure Carmilla was telling the truth—that Helios had planned to kill me to take Summer away and start a new life with Carmilla somewhere else. "Not everything Carmilla told you is true," Creed said sharply, his eyes cutting into me. I could feel how angry he was. "If you’d just let Helios talk to you, maybe you could have fixed this." "What’s the point?" I snapped back, keeping my voice low so I wouldn’t wake anyone. "So I could hear straight from his mouth that he really did plan to kill me—"