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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.

Lord Creed was normally so arrogant and pompous ever since he subdued basically all the rogues and declared himself king but here he was bowing to another person and that too a vampire. What was the relationship between them? How did Creed come to know the vampire? Why was he so respectful to the vampire? Also, why was he working with them and turning the rogues he calls his subordinates into mindless Monsters? I understand that there was no sense of kinship in this camp as everything was governed by the strong dominates the weak but still, these rogues were his kind yet he went ahead to betray is to another race. “Your majesty, surely you jest. How dare I, a mere hybrid claim to be a Lord i

“I guess you’ve already heard how things went today.” Mr. Valtor said nothing. Creed laughed again. “Hahaha....I warned you, Valtor. I warned you. I’ve always been one step ahead. You don’t put your hand in a lion’s mouth and expect it not to bite.” He let out a mock sigh. “Take some heart pills. There’s more to come.” Then he turned back to Max and grabbed his hand and placed the phone back in his palm. Max stood frozen, his jaw clenched as he watched Creed walkaway.

Victor is screaming and yelling like a maniac. He saw the dead bikers whose bodies are thrown near the borders for him to find. Everyone within a few miles radius heard the sounds of the gunshots. When Victor came to know about the early morning shoot-out, he assumed that his men might have spotted Reed Carter and they shot him to his death. But when he reached the area, he found his men dead instead of Reed. "You all are useless. One man has escaped the eyes of so many of us with ease and even managed to kill our men again. But we couldn't even detect him. What the hell were you doing when he was escaping?" he fumed at his men who looked upset and regretful.

The guy who violently rushed through the crowd was no other than Varun Bakashi of the Phoenix Gods. Interestingly enough, The pitch black silhouette—on the other hand—was no other Creed himself. He rushed from the sides and obstructed Varun's approach before he could come any closer. Creed locked his gaze on him, the deepest shade of menace was lingering below his brows. As their fist pushed against each other, their biceps trembled. Varun has always been known for his overbearing strength. However, he was stopped this time, as if he had struck a mountain. The most incredible aspect of this was that Creed was not even wearing any armor and yet he disarmed Varun's attack

"And I think I will start by taking Damien's toy." Everything happened at once. Jake moved. Creed ducked. Glass shattered. Someone screamed. Then Damien was there. I had thought he looked dangerous before. I was wrong. The man who appeared from the shadows was not just dangerous—he was death itself. His fist connected with Creed's jaw with a sickening crack. Blood sprayed across the floor. "You made a mistake touching what is mine." Damien's voice was ice and fury. Creed spat blood. "She is not yours. Nothing is yours anymore. Victor is taking everything—your territory, your club, your brothers. You are finished."

Its body folded around Creed's shoulder like old parchment paper, then rocketed backward with such violent force that it plowed through two companions, all three crashing into the tide of warriors and disappearing beneath an avalanche of limbs. Another vampire charged. Then another. Each one met the same fate. Creed became a force of pure devastation. His claws flashed through the chaos, tearing into one enemy after another as his massive body slammed through their ranks with relentless, predatory power. Every snap of his jaws ended a life in an explosion of blood, leaving no time for screams before he was already driving toward his next target. Warriors poured into the opening that Creed ca