Victor Creed X Reader Novels & Stories

The wolf was truly Victor. Oh my God. He stood there wearing only black trousers. His chest rose heavily while cuts and blood covered parts of his skin. The first thing he did was walk toward me. “Arielle.” His voice sounded rougher than usual. He crouched beside me quickly and untied the ropes around my wrists carefully. The moment his fingers touched my skin, heat rushed through my body unexpectedly. Memories flashed through my head instantly. Victor pinning me against his kitchen counter. His lips against my neck.

he continued, taking my wrist to his lips and speaking into it, "I, Lord Aric, High Lord of the Northwest Territory, claim Liberty as my Lady and my wife from this moment forward until eternity." I felt his fangs being driven firmly into my flesh as I caught a glimpse of them. It was just a split second, but when he drew away and licked the wound to close it, I felt a surge of strength through my veins. The wound was sealed. When I noticed that everyone was looking at me, I immediately understood what action to do. After taking Aric's hand, I gazed intently into his bright eyes as I held his hand. Before I bit into his wrist, I spoke, "I, Liberty, formerly of the human species, now a vampire

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

Looking at the crustal sword even Christopher was shocked, but with the events happening around him, he knew anything could happen as long as Victoria was in the picture and the Gods were involved with her. "You know when I saw you just now, I thought I would give you an easy death, all because I heard that you were tricked by those fake Gods. I wanted to be easy on you, I swear. But now that you've taken away my most precious things, I can't help but want to torture you. I don't care if I get to return to my body after this or not. I don't give a damn if my body will be destroyed and I will have to die. As long as I take my revenge on you and everyone for killing my mates, I will be more th

It made my skin uncomfortable in a way I couldn’t quite name. I looked forward and caught Cruz's eyes on me. He leaned forward and I stiffened a bit. Valiente noticed and slid his other hand down my waist, pressing softly. Did he think that was going to make me relax? If anything, I'm terrified of him a lot more than these men, or that bastard Cruz over there. “Do you always sit there quietly and scare people?” Cruz asked Valiente. Valiente's lips curled upward even more. “No.” Cruz raised a brow. “What’s different tonight?”

"Victor! Move! Get the fuck up!" Elodie’s scream tore through the sterile hum of the Under-City, but it didn't reach him. Not really. Victor lay crumpled against the base of a shattered cryo-pod, his chest a caved-in mess of jagged bone and shredded muscle. The First Wolf’s kick had done more than just snap ribs. It had silenced the roar in his blood. Deep in the dark corners of his skull, the black wolf he had carried since his first shift was whimpering. It was retreating, burying itself under layers of terror, refusing to answer the call of the Alpha.

Veins ran along the length, thick and prominent. My breath caught in my throat because It looked bigger than I had imagined from the bulge in his pants, bigger than anything I had pictured while touching myself My pussy clenched around nothing and my juice flowed freely, slicking my inner thighs. I bit my lower lip hard, sucked it into my mouth to keep from moaning out loud. His eyes followed the movement of my lips, and a slow smirk spread across his face… like he knew exactly what he was doing to me He walked a few steps to my small nightstand, picked up the bottle of body oil that sat there

His dark eyes snapped open, locking onto mine with blinding intensity. "I am standing right here," I said, my voice gaining strength, driven by the sheer, undeniable reality of our connection. "I am in your home. I am in your arms. Adrian Cross gets the bitter, fabricated ghost of a journalist. But you... Victor, you get all of me. You get the absolute truth." A low, guttural groan ripped from the absolute depths of his chest. The emotional dam he had been reinforcing for the past hour finally, completely shattered.

Serena stood framed in the doorway, her black lace bodysuit clinging to her curves, her green eyes sharp and guarded. Her hair cascaded in dark waves, catching the dim light, and then I saw the bruise on her arm - vivid purple against her pale skin sent a jolt of fury through me. Victor Crane. I’d read enough in Henryson’s file to know his threats were real, and that bruise was his mark. My grip tightened on the glass, but I kept my face straight, nodding to Marcus, who's beside me, his grin so wide from drinking too much whiskey.