Julius Creed Romane & Geschichten

Now he had brought it out into the open and it was real and beautiful and perfect in its own way yes, but Creed was all man and some of that reality was bigger than I could've imagined. I worried constantly now about the oddest things. Things like did he love me as much as I loved him? Would he leave me now that he'd got what he wanted? I knew nothing about relationships and what I was supposed to do, and quite frankly I felt out of my depth. Add the fact that Creed is so bigger than life and everything that is beyond perfect in my eyes, and I just knew I wouldn't be able to hold onto him forever. That thought more than any scares me to my soul.

"I messed up," Creed replied. Apart from Creed's mother, it's only Joel who knows Creed like the back of his hand. Creed's father died ten years ago in the forest. No one could understand how he died. Many people thought that Witches might have killed him. But nothing was clear. After that, it was just Creed and his mother. Alpha Hasphan is a great Alpha. He took Creed under his wing and encouraged him to learn and train. "You didn't just mess up. You ruined your chances with Sandra. You marked her in another pack and allowed her father to take her away? Man, what has gotten into you?" Joel asked with concern.

"And you didn't think to tell me Creed would have the same gift." "Our past alpha was three hundred years old. We were unsure if the gift would continue," Hera tried to explain. "Three hundred. How old is his son then?" I asked and they all looked at each other. "Micah is two hundred and seventy-four years old," Reuel answered. "Hera!" My jaw dropped open. How was Creed going to fight a being that was two hundred years old." The bedroom door burst opened and Creed rushed in with his brothers. "Elenora I'm so sorry," he said coming towards me and I put my hand up to stop him from coming any closer. His face twisted in pain and he stopped inches away from me.

Kris's expression turned somber as he approached Denzel. "Denzel there's something you should know. Claudine... she's my sister." Denzel's eyes narrowed, intrigued. "What do you mean?" Kris took a deep breath. "I'm the son of Gideon, the former Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack. Reid's father killed mine, took our throne, and imprisoned me. Reid wanted to eliminate any threats to his claim." Denzel's gaze intensified, recognizing the parallel. "He tried to do the same to me, Reid's ambition knows no bounds."

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

Chapter 37 Julius the Third Commander of the Supreme God Destroyer was a fearsome creature. He was a massive werewolf, with fangs as sharp as daggers and claws that could tear through steel. He was also incredibly intelligent and cunning, and he had a deep understanding of the arcane arts. One day, Julius decided to attack the Sky Nation. The Sky Nation was a peaceful people who lived on floating islands high above the clouds. They were technologically advanced, but they were also pacifists and had no military to speak of.

We spent the whole night talking after the party, and we told each other everything. Creed has been through a lot, and I hope he succeeds at overthrowing his father. It would be the best thing for his whole den. I wasn’t really shocked that his king is a power-hungry fool. After all, I’m from Green Ridge. We save supernaturals from that exact scenario all the time, and it’s the main reason I need to keep my powers hidden.

Creed said, walking over and taking a seat in the chair next to my bed. "Hi," I offered a weak smile. "Well, let me officially introduce myself. I am Creed," he said, extending a hand toward me. "The one and only man in the world who has to deal with this shitty ass right here." He jerked a thumb at Danzel. I couldn't help but laugh, especially when Danzel's eyes narrowed into a lethal glare. "Hey, Creed," I said, shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you." "The pleasure is all mine. I'm just grateful I finally get to talk to you. This guy has been fucking up his own brain—and mine—the entire time you've been unconscious."

He added, "Give me time, and I'll tower above everyone in Holtrien's martial world. Guillermo, Luther, Alfredo, the elders from the Umbral Peak Sect? I'll crush them all under my heel!" Julius burst into wild, arrogant laughter, his ambitions written all over his face. Then, he reached out his right hand and yanked viciously toward Eric. Eric's body jerked as his head was ripped upward by an invisible force, and in an instant, Julius held it suspended in his palm. "With just a thought from me, this little bastard's skull will burst open. Now, Brielle, come kneel and pledge your loyalty. Or I will let you watch your own bastard child turn into scraps. I imagine the sight would be spectacular.

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!”