Victor Creed X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

Even from a distance, he could see the way the veins decorating her neck grew engorged with blood, her fingers balling into fists as she struggled to rein her anger in. Beautiful. “But I'm not wrong, am I? Right now you're no different from an omega.” He adds, gesturing dismissively at her. “Do not refer to me as that. Don't ever.” She warns, her chest beginning to rise and fall at scattered intervals. Cedric chuckles, taking a small whiff of the air that has now grown heavy with the scent of her dominance. His mate is a wonder. He wanted more, he wanted to see more of what she could do, how far he could go before she really, truly snapped.

Kai Volkov was everything the rumours said and more; tall, built like a panzer tank, and no emotion evident in his blue eyes. The intimidation in his scent is enough to keep me submissive because, truth be told, he scared the Hell out of me. The other one, Viktor, not so much. He seems more like the bookish type, not a warrior, but I wouldn’t fuck with him either way. The Blood Crest pack didn’t have a terrible reputation for nothing.

"I told you I won't unless you..." "Don't test me, Kathrine. Your taste in men is commendable but you are the girl who can only afford a mafia boss existing in a stupid novel. I'm not what you think I am. I am a monster and I love blood and flesh. I don't realize when I lose my shit and crave it. I don't care whose blood it is. It could be you dying next and satisfying my craving with your blood. You never know." He huffed, "I don't rely on myself. You'd be stupid to think I am anywhere near reliable."

And I, Alpha of the strongest pack in the region, ruler of Luna Noir, feared by vampires and respected by fae and witches, stood frozen like an idiot watching a human boy bring my entire world to its knees. Then the music stopped. Edric blinked, breathless, dazed as if waking from a dream he didn’t know he had. Silence devoured the room. I rose slowly, forcing each step to remain controlled even though my wolf wanted to sprint. He looked up at me, eyes wide, hopeful, terrified. The scent of his nerves hit me so hard my vision swayed. When I reached him, his breath hitched. I lifted a hand and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, an action so intimate that I should have stopped myself.

I feel Damien's hands as he runs them along my legs. I feel the moment Xavier extracts his fangs and licks the wound sealing it closed. When he pulls back I look into the red eyes of his vampire, Godric. The sight almost takes my breath away, his red eyes, his fangs still extended as my blood runs down the side of his face. I reach up and wipe it away then he grabs my hand and brings my finger to his mouth. He opens his mouth and wraps his lips around my finger as he sucks the blood off and my breath catches in my throat.

I growled, still struggling, fists in cramps. Now I was sweating. Maybe I just needed to put on a coat and hope to God no one noticed me. I breathed a defeated sigh, leaning against the sink, comparing my options. And that was when there was a knock at the door — and before I could answer, it creaked open. My eyes were bug-eyed. Standing right there in front of me was Creed. Standing like the cover of every dark romance book I'd covertly bookmarked, dressed all in black, tailored to perfection, crisp, clean, and flat-out deadly.

I don’t smell any bad intent or any bad energy. Instead, he’s like a wind. This vampire must not have sensed the danger he was in. “Are you aware of the situation you are in right now?” I asked him, motioning at Creed. I am sure that he must have still heard of Creed’s name no matter what species he came from. He’s the infamous Ravager after all. In an instant, the wind blew past me and he was completely out of Creed’s grasp. Before I could even blink, he was already in front of me.

His heart twisted painfully. “I’m not a coward,” Victor muttered to himself, slamming his fist against the steering wheel. “I’m not!” But even as he said it, doubt gnawed at him. Had he become what he hated? The man who loses control? The one who hurts the people he loves? He needed to drown it all out. A drink. Something to numb the noise in his head. Victor pulled into the parking lot of a club. Now this was when things got pretty nasty. "If you're not into raw, violent sex and explicit, graphic content, the next chapter isn't for you. Things get intense, dark, and downright nasty. Strictly rated 18+ – read at your own risk!"

It was unfair to her but regardless of anything, Victoria Greystone is one never to give up on what she wants. She stood still for a few moments, her hands clutching at each other tightly. All she could hear was her own heartbeat roaring loudly in her ears. "Vicky?" she turned and saw Creed leaning against the wall, staring at her with a glisten in his eyes. "You okay?" he asked and took a few steps towards her. He was shirtless with just his black Pants on, showing off the tattoo on his torso. His abs were on display with defined muscles and she couldn't stop herself from feeding her eyes, swallowing hard. She couldn't deny how handsome he looks when he is shirtless.

“With you. Always.” Relief and dark pride flooded his face. He kissed me brutally, tasting of blood and possession, then handed me a fresh magazine. We positioned ourselves at the choke point. When the blast door finally gave way, Victor stepped through the smoke like a demon. The brothers faced each other — mirror images of power and cruelty. Victor smiled at me, eyes dropping to my belly. “There’s my beautiful breeder.” Damien roared and opened fire. The final battle exploded around us.