Victor Creed X Reader Novels & Stories

A second before he reached the door, Victor stopped and turned. He looked down and then started to turn away again. “I have to go,” he said. “Dr. Creed will be here soon anyway. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And he was gone. I didn’t understand. Had I made him angry? And what were the strange sensations he made me feel? There was one thing I did know. I didn’t like him. Victor is a rich, arrogant Alpha. How could I when he was everything I hated in today’s werewolf society?

Placing my hands on my lap, but Creed laces his hand with mine and it feels like we were sitting in solidarity with whatever is happening right now. “Before the Goddess reincarnated me, she told me a few things that didn’t make sense at first,” Viktor starts, and my heart stutters - reincarnated? “She told me the reason she’s sending me back is because I need to be a guiding hand for Creed… and his mate.” Creed nods. “Yes, you’ve explained - wait, my mate as well?” he says, his eyes flicking from me back to Viktor. “What does that mean?”

I don’t even have time to grieve, because something else appears on the screen and I frown when I see an adult Creed running through the forest. He’s a complete copy of Kai now - blonde hair, blue eyes, large as fuck build, and a menacing aura. But he’s naked as he sprints through the forest, old scars and tattoos covering his chest and arms. He comes to a stop abruptly and falls to his knees sobbing. “No…I refuse to believe this,” he murmurs, shaking his head and emitting a growl filled to the brim with pain. “You can’t be dying!”

I screamed, body rigid and slick with sweat, but he craved more. He withdrew, lips trailing kisses up my torso, ripping off my bra to free my stiff nipples. He latched onto one, sucking greedily, pulling fresh moans from me. One hand kneaded my breast; the other gripped his cock, stroking its throbbing length, tracing veins as pre-cum beaded. But he stopped me, seizing my wrist with a growl: 'Not yet, Cherry.' His voice was rough—he wasn't done.

And then— Her blade plunged into my stomach. I choked on air as I watched blood gush from my mouth, watched myself fall to my knees, wide-eyed and dying, staring up at her in pain and fear. My body broke out in goosebumps. I couldn’t stop shaking. Then the vision shifted. Kael and Alera. Kissing. Standing together as they reclaimed not only the Crescent Moon Pack, but the Black Hood Pack as well. Uniting them. Rebuilding them. Standing triumphant over everything I had ever known.

I said, still staring at the encrypted folder flashing on my screen. Victor entered, grinning like he’d just won a war. And in a way, we had. “This changes everything,” he said, walking over and sitting down without asking. “I told you she could do it.” “Indeed,” I replied, leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms. “She said she wants no further involvement with us after this,” Victor added, his tone now more serious. So, she knows. She knows what she’s touched, what she’s seen. The kind of people we’re dealing with. She understands the gravity of it.

“It was my choice… to escape.” I had to use my own blood to create an illusion that I died, so as to buy myself time. But I didn’t tell him this. His thumb brushed accidentally against the inside of my ankle. Electricity shot straight up my spine. He froze. I froze. Neither of us pulled away. For a moment, the doctor cleared his throat awkwardly before stepping closer. “Alpha, I need access to clean the wounds.” Vaelor’s jaw tightened. Slowly, his hand slid away, but his gaze never left my legs as the doctor began working.

"Now, we have a problem. You owe a debt that a 'material company' cannot pay. But I see you have other... assets." He pointed a gloved finger directly at me. Before I could even scream, I felt a familiar, crushing weight. Xavier had reached back, grabbing my arm with a grip like a vice, yanking me behind the solid wall of his chest. "She isn't an asset," Xavier growled, the barrel of his gun leveled directly at Viktor’s head. "She's mine. And if you take one more step, I’ll paint this ballroom with your brains.”Viktor didn’t flinch at the sight of Xavier’s gun. Instead, his smirk widened, revealing a gold tooth that glinted wickedly under the chandeliers. He reached into his pocket slowly, m

"Now, I will deliver the head of the One they do much talk about, to you all. Don't you ever forget this day." He gave one one look at Kyle who nodded immediately and Kyra's chains was soon removed. She was brought to the front and made to kneel forcefully. Kyra knelt there, looking helpless, and Kyle went behind her, holding a sharp sword so high. He brought the sword down and Kyra just knelt there, but right before he would kill her, a vampire came running and yelling the words; "Silver Crest Coven warriors are marching to our coven!"

VICTORIA The scent of roses enveloped my senses, making me fidget on my bed. Mornings weren’t my strong suit, but the aroma brought a strange sense of comfort... except I hadn’t placed any flowers in my room or used any artificial scents. I don’t remember my room ever smelling like hints of human blood, either. With a sudden jolt, I shot up from the bed, and my mind conveniently reminded me that I had almost died… and that I felt the mate bond with a vampire.