Victor Creed X Reader Novels & Stories

Her body hits the floor with a thud, I step over her body intending on going to Creed but what I see makes me stop. Creed's claws are out and his wings have started to sprout out of his back like an angel of death. He has Gareth by the throat holding him up in the air, his eyes are black, veins bulging out of his neck. He’s so angry it looks like Hunter might explode out of him. His clothes are already ripped to shreds leaving him almost bare, he looks ethereal like this, so dangerous, but sexy. Gareth says something to him before Creed snaps, claws sink into his neck, black blood starts to pour from his wounds, Gareth starts to laugh manically before his lifeless body thuds to the ground.

“I didn’t care if he was the King of Hell. I said no. And that should’ve been enough.” “You can’t just walk out every time a man looks at you for too long. This is the Crimson Veil, sweetheart. Men look. They pay. You tease. That’s the business.” “It’s not a business when I feel like prey.” Vexa narrowed her eyes but said nothing as Nyra flipped her bag over her shoulder and stormed out of the club. Alpha Kael walked out of Room Nine moments later, blinking against the hallway light, still blotting the pepper sting from his eyes with a handkerchief.

He seemed to be discussing with my mom, but his gaze was all over me. The guilt pinged my heart harder as my palms grew sweaty so I hurriedly dismissed myself from his presence and ran into my room, trying to catch my breath. Five years old, I had framed Alpha Kelvin for a crime Dairus had committed because I was both a fool in love and Jealous of Kelvin, being the only man to ever beat me in the Alpha challenge that took place many years ago.

She was completely ruined with her neck covered in hickeys that were hurting, her eyes swollen, no clothes on, and her naked body wrapped up in a white sheet that had blood spots and splashes in the middle—her virginity blood—she looked dirty. She felt dirty. Emma's eyes welled up with more tears. The reality of her life was brutal and gut-wrenching. She had been naively waiting for the perfect person, someone she could wholeheartedly love and trust. And this is what she got. A monster. A fucking beast. Even though she didn't fight him when he was destroying her, he still manhandled her. His marks adorned her neck, while her chest was not pardoned by the ruthlessness of his mouth.

I didn't like it. I didn't like the effect he had on me. He always won these little games. I wanted to win for once. I had learnt that he was in for murder as well He was apart of the Russian mafia and had been deemed crazy due to the nature of his crime. Whether any of it was true or he was a psychotic liar, I wasn't sure But for the most part I enjoyed talking to him. He was rough. Damaged. Like me. Fuck it. "Vivienne" I mumbled

and before he could call me a bitch again Victor came and I didn't know from where he brought a plier and without wasting a second he pulled out his tongue, his face a bloodied mess. I wanted to end this as soon as possible because I was so done with him. Liam was half dead by now there was no point of elongating it. He nodded in my direction my eyes staring into his the one who made me feel week, the one who regarded me as his possession and I was going to end this. My hands were clammy, my chest rising up and falling down, hell number of emotions going in my head and I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger, not once , twice or thrice but hell number of times till it was emptied and his bod

His breath washed over my skin, and I fought to maintain my composure, resisting the urge to drop the wineglass from my trembling hand. Gasping, I instinctively pushed against his chest, feeling the strength of his muscles beneath my palms. The proximity between us electrified the air, leaving my head buzzing with a mix of conflicting emotions. Despite the anger etched on his face, there was a controlled intensity that surpassed the ferocity I had witnessed in my father's fits of rage. Releasing his grip on one of my arms, Victor retrieved a file from his pocket, the metallic glimmer sending a chill down my spine. "You should not have done this. You know who I am and what I am capable of."

He doesn't even look at me, his eyes are locked on the man seconds away from taking my life. "This is how this will go. I will leave with her, and you will let us. Or she dies." I wince as he gives my throat a hard squeeze. "Why waste such a pretty face? Viktor will take good care of this one." Diego's piercing gaze shifts onto my face, a silent plea for trust reflected in his eyes. Swift as lightning, he steadies his gun and pulls the trigger. The assailant emits a pained cry, staggering back, blood splattering on me as his weapon clatters to the ground. Instinctively, I propel myself towards Diego, a surge of desperation compelling me into the sanctuary of his protective arms.

Mamá and Javier sprinted towards Isla, their arms wide open. Marco stood upright code streaming, from his wounds creating a barrier encircling us as the walls crumbled. Victor seized my ankle his face partially distorted, eyes glowing crimson. “Do you believe this is the conclusion?" he snarled. "The city lasts forever. You’re merely a passage.” I crushed his hand beneath my foot the bones cracking. “Then this chapter concludes with you " I stated. I thrust the damaged quill into his throat. Crimson splashed first then amber, then void.