Novels by Freddiez

Kael looked around, stunned, like he'd been physically shocked by her touch.“Don't come any closer," he said coldly. Kimberly froze. She didn't know the strange Lycan before her and his actions were frightening."Duncan!” He called out and the man who was still bowing, cowering in the corner quickly ran to him."My King,” he replied, eyes cast down, head bowed in respect.Kael gestured at Kimberly, "Take her away. Not a hair on her head should be touched. Drop her off at the human settlement.” Kimberly trembled, facing Kael. “Please…don’t send me back. He’ll find me. Ogar won’t stop until—”Kael cut her off, his voice harsh. “That’s not my concern. You belong with your own kind.”“My kind?” Kimberly’s voice shook. “You don't know what I'm going through. Ogar is not my mind.” “Then go home!" “He won't let me! He is forcing me, he wants me to become his…”"Enough!” he snapped fiercely and Kimberly recoiled, shivering. "I will not be dragged into another war with the werewolves with

Kimberly awoke to the cold bite of iron around her wrists. She was in a dim, damp cell, the walls covered in moss and the floor slick with mud. She shivered, pulling herself up against the stone wall, her head pounding.“Hello!" She called out, her voice cracking and her head aching like she'd bruised her skul And maybe she had. Kimberly tried to grab her head, but she was restrained. “Somebody help me!" Before she could get her bearings, a heavy door creaked open, and a tall, imposing figure strode in. His eyes were cold and hard, his face set in a deep frown that seemed as permanent as the scars on his face. He wore a dark cloak, and his presence alone filled the room with intimidation and terror. Kimberly scooted to the edge of the wall, far from him. “Get up,” he commanded, his voice was a low and deep baritone. .Kimberly hesitated, her limbs sore and heavy from being bound. “Who are you?”The man’s lips twisted in a smirk. “I am Duncan, the Lycan King’s head warrior.. And y

The day had finally come. Kimberly was devastated as she stood before the mirror, dressed in a deep maroon gown, the heavy fabric clinging to her as if the sheer weight would bury her.Her reflection stared back, pale, hollow-eyed, and lost. Behind her, Renee adjusted her zip, her fingers steady, even as Kimberly trembled.“Mum, please. Don't agree to this." Kimberly begged once again, like she'd been begging for the last two weeks leading up to the wedding..“It’ll be fine,” Renee murmured, smoothing down her daughter’s hair. “You’re doing this for the family, for yourself. And for the future of all mergers.”Kimberly’s eyes filled with tears, and she turned, gripping her mother’s hands. “I can't,” she croaked out, "please, don’t make me do this. I don’t love him. I don’t even know him. You can’t just hand me over to a savage, he's a deadly werewolf.”Renee sighed, her expression softening. “I know this isn’t easy, but it’s what’s best. This marriage will secure our future. You’ll un

That's it! I can’t stand it anymore," Kimberly stormed into the kitchen, her fists clenched. "Why are we sitting here, pretending everything’s fine? Lucy's lying in a hospital bed, Mom!Renee turned, her face weary. "Kimberly, we’ve talked about this. These wolves, they’re beyond reason. They’re destroying everything, and you’re our only hope against them."Against the entire Lycan race. Do I look like some all-powerful merger?" Kimberly spat. "What if it’s just one rogue wolf? Why does everyone act like we have to annihilate them all? I’m not going to be the family's weapon!"Bomah entered, his face grave. "It’s not about them; it’s about you, Kim. You’re a merger. That power comes with responsibility. That’s what we’re trying to protect."She threw her hands up. "By letting Lucy get hurt? Do you have any idea what she must be going through?Enzo joined them, crossing his arms. "You think that matters? Lucy’s injuries were a warning. We’ve ignored them for too long. If we don’t stop

Kimberly smiled widely as another customer walked through the fancy door. It was a bright Tuesday and Kimberly was at the flower shop despite her parents' displeasure at her choice of life pursuit. She was a merger and ought to be more invested in her legacy, but she'd rather be selling flowers."Excuse me, miss," the man cleared his throat, leaning on the counter.Kimberly looked up, clutching a vibrant bouquet of roses, lilies, and baby’s breath. "Yes, sir? What can I get you today?"The man examined the flowers, nodding slowly. "It’s our anniversary. Twenty-five years. I want it to be special. You know, something that is amazing and thoughtful...something more.""More?" Kimberly raised an eyebrow, arranging a few more sprigs of lavender into the bouquet. "Twenty-five years, huh? That’s amazing. Congratulations!He chuckled. "Yeah, sometimes I think I don’t deserve her. She stuck with me through thick and thin. Always loving. I owe her the world.Kimberly tightened the ribbon aroun