Victor Creed X Reader Novels & Stories

“I wouldn’t do it pet,” Victor growled. “You know you’re going to lose whether you like it or not.” He said shaking his head. “We have plans for her now that we know Hecta could take an Angel, Legion wants her for even darker things.” He said showing his teeth. “Oh please,” Dremis said shaking his head. “You know you’re not going to win this, so you might as well give it up.” He said charging him, Victor countered him throwing him into the wall next to Anabel.

The First stumbles, shock flickering across their face. "Impossible," they breathe. "Your power... it's growing." "Because I'm not fighting alone," I say, feeling Victor's presence surge through me. "I never was." The chamber erupts with a deafening crash. Stone shatters, dust explodes, and through the chaos, I see him. Victor. His wolf is fully unleashed, his eyes blazing with golden light, his claws extended and dripping with the blood of whoever dared to stand in his way. "Arielle!" His voice is raw, desperate, filled with relief and rage.

Victor's voice was gruelly and gruesome. Sometimes, Reid forgets that they have the same wolf, Victor was different with Alexander, he makes him behave like contrarily and it scared them sometimes. “You can't hurt her like you hurt the rest, she is out mate,” Reid told him through gritted teeth although he didn't want to annoy him, he was still annoyed. “Ha ha, she is mine, okay? None of you will share my mate with me, it's enough that I share myself with you three!” Victor snapped and then moved toward Reid, he flung his arm and his claws tore deep into Reid’s cheek although he tried to dodge.

Chapter Eleven Sabrina My head ached as I tried to get up. I tried moving my hands only to remember it was chained. It has been a week since I was kidnapped. I wonder how He's doing. My wolf has been falling into subconscious frequently now. More silver has been packed into my bloodstream but not enough to kill me. I value Alexia's company anything she's awake. I tried mind linking Ace numerous things but it didn't work. I still feel the pain he feels. What I want is to touch him. Maybe to laugh with him one more time. I just realised I didn't tell him everything I wanted to. I completely forget about the mark on my shoulders. My memories have been keeping me alive. I wish I could see him on

“They’ve never even asked whether I wanted any of this.” Garrick’s expression softened. “Power rarely asks permission.” He bowed before leaving. I remained alone for several moments. Then footsteps approached behind me. I didn’t need to turn. “Cressida.” She smiled. “I had a feeling I’d find you here.” “You usually do.” She stepped beside me. “You look troubled.” I considered lying. Instead I handed her one of the reports. She read it slowly. When she reached the line about my blood, her face paled.

Aoi Akuma terrifyingly smiles towards him before he jumps off following Crimson Blade. It was then Cederick felt an air entered his body, he gasped vigorously. He unconsciously holds his breath, thinking this guy will unhesitatingly kill him. In just his glance, Cederick felt his sanguinary and anger. It gives him shivers. Just then, his stiffen and shaking body move, crawling out of the bed and covered his parents with a blanket. After a few minutes of grieving while holding both of his parent's hands that was slowly losing its warmth, he decided to let go. Hopelessly knowing he can never bring back his family alive, he stops his sobs and wipes his tears. He then gets the white folded paper

"Who is she?" "That is none of your business," he glares before smiling once again. "I've got something for you and also, something to show you." I don't say anything and just stare at him. His silver orbs were no longer looking the same. They had a different intention, a different aura, they didn't have the Alex that I thought I knew. He brings out an orange flower and then shoves it in my hair. "So gorgeous," I shiver when his skin makes contact with mine. "Look at this, look what they did to me," he raises the newspaper to me. Who even reads- anyways- it reads, ALEXANDER McCANN; WANTED FOR MURDER.

KNOXX I stood and watched as Blade, the club's enforcer, struck a Widow's Bite prospect with a whip made of dried rose thorns. He was tied hands and legs to a pillar firmly with a long chain. The bastard was caught red-handed trying to blow up the club's garage with explosives. Widow's Bite has been Frost Vipers enemy for a long time now. 'Their cock sucking president, Rex should keep pushing me to the wall till I loose it and utterly destroy every single soul tied to that club.'

My hands gripped the railing, white-knuckled. “Maybe it’s easier if I’m not here,” I whispered. Then I let go. I screamed halfway down, realizing too late that I didn’t want to die. But my wolf was silent gone. What was happening ? Then everything vanished. *** I woke again to blinding white. Not heavenly white cold, sterile white. My body was weak, heavy, broken. Then I saw him. Alpha West. The detective. Damian’s rival. The man known for rewriting rules and breaking anyone who crossed him.

~Lyra~ I never intended to fuck my best friend’s Alpha dad. But I’d be a damn liar if I said I hadn’t fantasized about it. Dreamed about it. Tasted it behind my closed eyelids with my legs spread and my fingers dripping between my thighs. Yeah. I know how that sounds. I’m not sorry. Because every girl has a first crush. Mine just happened to be a man who could kill with his bare hands, command an army of wolves, and make my thighs tremble just by walking into a room.