Victor Creed X Reader Novels & Stories

My eyes watered momentarily, before the pain was swiftly replaced by a rush of euphoria, a sense of belonging that I’d never felt before. It was as if our hearts were beating in sync, our spirits entwined in a dance as old as time itself. Hands trembling, I cupped Alex's head within my palms, urging him to look at me. As he raised his head, our eyes met, before slowly lowering my mouth to his neck, I took a deep breath and bit down. My very human teeth sunk into the flesh, the taste of his blood coppery and rich in my mouth. Suddenly, my surroundings became hazy as the voices of the pack faded into the background, the ritual taking hold.

Dustin answers, “Alpha Victor.” When Victor arrives home, Ariadne is all curled up with a blanket on the couch, and a mug of coffee. She’s reading a comic book that shouldn’t be out of the plastic. Victor can’t even be angry. Ariadne looks so nice, all cozy like that. She’s so cute. Victor sits down on the opposite sofa. “Did you kill anyone today?” the Omega asks, not looking up. “Close call,” Victor answers, “But no. How about you, you kill anyone?”

He was aware of her pain, but he had no idea what exactly was driving her to put up such an impenetrable resistance. ‘Strong! She is strong...’ He murmured, ‘Phoenix War Queen! The name suits her...’ Creed hadn’t met many people with such vast potential and insatiable lust for victory. In fact, she was so hell-bent on winning the battle, she would have even hurt herself in the process. He was aware of the lethality of his technique. Unfortunately, today’s matches also gone in vain too because Creed could not learn much about the Dual Vector. Though he struggled, yet his efforts made no significant progress. All he could do was be mesmerized by her direction-changing strikes.

“I remember you again, Maria. Your favorite book with your youngest brother James. Okay, get rid of the past. It won't get any better while I'm making my masterpiece. ” Moments later Victor noticed the woman sitting in front of him. Victor swallowed and smiled. “I am Krisha Armstrong, how about you?” the girl held out her hand and so did Victor. “Victor Luis Smith, so you like The Alchemist book?” "Actually I am not a fan of him, but I love this book." "Really, It's my favorite." “Oh nice! What a coincidence, Victor. Are you an Asian? ” “Half blood. How about you? ”

"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."

I smacked his hand away not wanting any kind of help from him. He ignored my wants and brought his hand up again and tilted my head to the side. "This is quite the gash," he said and I remained silent. I had so many things to say and things to ask about the creatures that attacked me. "Are you okay? Can you stand?" He asked and I tried to stand so that I could get away from him but I stumbled and he caught me. "I got you." His eyes landed on mine and I saw how hard and cold they were. The eyes were the windows to the soul but Creed had shutters covering his windows. It was hard to read his emotions just by staring at his face. He was a closed book.