Victor Creed X Reader Novels & Stories

"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.

After a couple of hours, she stirred and opened her eyes sighing softly as she realised where she was, ‘I missed you so much’ He nuzzled her neck and she moved against him, ‘I missed you too’ She whispered, ‘Was it really bad?’ He asked her gently and she blinked back tears as she told him everything, Creed killing his Father because he was going to rape her, then forcing her to bond with him and marking her, putting them both into a wild haze. She made it clear that Creed had not raped her, she had been willing in everything they did,

“Won’t say—don’t deserve it. Just finish me.” Alaric’s face twisted, rage flashing, his boot rearing back fast. I screamed, my voice tearing free, my body jerking against the ropes as his foot slammed into Creed’s chest, the crack of ribs sharp, Creed’s groan cut short as Alaric kicked again, then again, blood pooling under him, his body going limp.

He promised me that he would consider me for the role if I completed my training, but what did I expect from a beast who has murdered three of his wives? I clench my jaw, then look at the two men in front of me; both imposing and tall with the air of Russian royalty about them. 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 reputa

She looked at me with kind eyes. “Beatrice Madden. Do you hereby swear, to your best knowledge, that you are Alexanders Hudson's mate?” The woman asked me. A breath left me. “Yes, I am the mate of Alexander Hudson.” I responded and pain sliced through me. The scar on my neck started burning but I couldn't speak or move. I focused on my breathing. Dark spots lined my vision. “Alexander Hudson. You have been lucky enough to have found your mate. Do you hereby swear, to you best knowledge, that Beatrice Madden is your blood mate?” She asked him and he proudly took a step forward, intertwining his fingers with mine. “Beatrice Madden is my one and only.” He responded and I frowned. He didn't even

*** Victoria reacted instantly— stepping to intercept— *** But she landed— wrong. *** Half a second off. *** The entity’s hand passed through where she *should have been.* *** And struck where she *was.* *** Victoria was thrown back. *** ### The Realization “It’s reading me,” she said, recovering fast. *** Raven’s eyes sharpened. *** “No.” *** A pause. *** “It’s defining you.” *** ### The Second Exchange Raven stepped in. *** Power surged— shadows bending— the dead stirring beneath the ground. *** The entity didn’t resist.

The kind that don’t apologize for themselves. I turned around and okay. Okay, kill me. Just kill me right now. Caden Voss stepped into the room in a black shirt with the sleeves pushed up and I felt my brain short-circuit like a laptop dropped in a bathtub. I’d met him before. Twice. I knew what he looked like. I thought I’d built up an immunity. I had not built up an immunity.

Alpha Storm and his Beta had assured that Victor still had time to learn but he simply replied that the more he mastered something, the better. His hobbies in reading and studying were inherited from his mother, Luna Cressida. Unlike Xander who had no interest in such a thing. When Alpha Storm sends Victor to solve the problem of a rogue messing up on the western frontier, Victor leaves with his three closest friends, whom he has teamed up with, werewolves his age named Lucas, Lucian, and Gavriel. Victor also has a new friend after he finds a red-haired girl who is lost in the forest. From then on, the witch girl became his close friend. Named Cecilly who comes from the Yvonne family.

“How does it feel knowing the first two fantasies I read about you are now dripping out of your greedy cunt?” My breath hitched. Fresh heat flooded my cheeks—and straight to my core. I pushed myself up on shaky elbows, the memory of his thick cock grinding deep inside me while I could barely move still burning hot in my mind. “You really read every single one,” I whispered. “Every depraved word.” Victor’s lips curved into a slow, dangerously sexy smile. He reached down and lazily stroked his cock, spreading our mixed juices along the veined length. “Including the darkest one. The non-con fantasy where I chase you… catch you… and force my cock into my own daughter-in-law while she begs her fa