Victor Creed X Reader Novels & Stories

His dark eyes snapped open, locking onto mine with blinding intensity. "I am standing right here," I said, my voice gaining strength, driven by the sheer, undeniable reality of our connection. "I am in your home. I am in your arms. Adrian Cross gets the bitter, fabricated ghost of a journalist. But you... Victor, you get all of me. You get the absolute truth." A low, guttural groan ripped from the absolute depths of his chest. The emotional dam he had been reinforcing for the past hour finally, completely shattered.

He still couldn’t believe I could be this gentle with anyone. “I feel great, Alpha.” Hector still had a long road to recovery, but he said he felt great. This didn’t make any sense. Did he think I held him accountable for what happened? Perhaps, he felt he had to put on a bold front so he wouldn’t look too weak to me. “Alpha… Celeste… I mean, your breeder… Is she alive?” What! Did he just lie about his health, just so he could enquire about Celeste? What was that for? Did this damn warrior fall for my breeder?

"My name is Lux Argevent, I am twenty seven, soon to turn twenty eight. I am the Alpha of Death's keep. A pack sealed off from beyond here." It didn't really occur to me at first, but when it did I had to ask again. "Death's keep, like THE death's keep. The one rumoured in myths?" He shook his head with an amused grin, revealing his unnatural fangs. "My pack is no myth. I assure you." My fingers disentangled from his, I stepped back. Hit with a blow to the chest. It explained his eyes, it explained his build, it explained his scent. "You're, you're of forbidden descent aren't you?"

His tone reminded me of an instructor's, a tone you take when scolding an inept pupil. "It's—" And then I remembered a quote. In one of Athelia's books, that phrase stuck in my head, in my eyelids. Men live only to bring pain upon others. "You're bleeding." Pandora's defeated murmur broke my chain of thought. "What?" Viktor asked, sounding more surprised than pained. She approached him, lightly touching his torso. I hadn't noticed the blood stain expanding beneath his winter coat. He flinched when her fingers touched a hard spot.

Hundreds of warriors crashed together, their combined weight sending violent tremors through the courtyard. The chaos was absolute. Yet none of it penetrated our focus because we trusted them. Creed and our warriors would hold the line. A vampire lunged toward Vladimir's blind side, desperation driving him forward in a bid to aid his king. Creed struck like lightning, intercepting him mid-stride. The collision was catastrophic. Bone splintered. Air exploded from the vampire's lungs in a strangled shriek. 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 wa

By the time Jasper realized what was happening, I was well on my way to being raped in the alley behind the building. I’d seen enraged vampires fighting while with Evan and Peter, but I’d never witnessed a battle such as the one that occurred that night. Not only was it a fight for possession of my body -as I later learned that, by vampire law, the victor of a battle over a woman had the right to possess her- it was a fight to the death.

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Freya Rose I decided against mentioning the creepy guy with the dead flowers. Today was meant to be a celebration day. To be completely honest, I barely believed what I'd just seen myself. I mean, moments before, I had just been fantasizing about a future with Tristan. Us as a family with a bunch of our werewolf pups running around in the woods. Maybe my mind got a bit carried away, and made the whole thing up?

“Let her.” The shadows shifted. Something hissed. Victor stood, bare-chested, the sigils across his skin glowing faintly. He traced a claw across his throat, drawing blood. “One pack. One war. One death.” He smiled. “I hope she brings them all.”

Wordlessly, everyone reeled. Even Raccoon, standing beside me, his face pale, looked utterly speechless. He had not expected this confession. Certainly not now. Valentina—tilted back against the wall behind me and shuddered. Her body trembled beside mine. I could feel her fear brittle beneath my hand. I stood taller. The hush around me crackled with tension. “Yes,” I continued, my voice low and resonant with an edge razor‑sharp, deliberately slow. “I am a vampire breed.”