Fredbear Novels & Stories

They visited major landmarks, famous restaurants, ice cream shops to smear their faces with chocolate and vanilla ice cream flavors and even an amusement park. Seb at the amusement park was the highlight of the day as no matter how hard he tried to stay cool, he was back to screaming his lungs out immediately every new ride began. Alex, on the other hand, was having the time of his life as he watched Seb scream for his dear life, making sure to take embarrassing pictures and even more embarrassing videos of him. "I can't wait to show Sophia these videos," Alex giggled to himself as he watched the embarrassing videos of Seb he made. "Does she know you're this much of a chicken when on amuseme

However to prevent tyranny from the elves he made the beast a conqueror, a beast that could never be defeated or humbled even by the elf king himself… however it was now a cute pomeranian dog that was covering Feral’s face with slobber as he giggled. “So cute! Is this really the elf guardians?!” Feral exclaimed gleefully as he played with the little doggie in his hands. It was so cute!! “It seems you adore creatures that appear adorable?” Genad asked leisurely as he butchered the meat they were about to consume. It was a wolverine—the version of wolfs in this world and was hella gigantic. “Of course who doesn’t love cute creatures?!” Feral said cheerfully as he continued playing with the new

The little shit was fast, but he couldn’t shake me that easily. A metal door of a dumpster clanged shut, but I didn’t need to hear that to know where he was. His heartbeat echoed in my ears, its erratic rhythm a testament to his fear. Yet, he had no idea what fear truly meant. He would understand, soon enough, once I caught him. Then he would face the embodiment of terror.

he smiled as he continued. “Brite is the friendly one with a ready smile and a laugh. Terni was the baby of the group while Dyllen is the snarling alpha and strict and so uptight.” Dyllen snorted but looked a little rueful at the description. Skye leaned forward in his saddle, petting his horse’s neck as he did so, and looked at the alpha with a raised brow, daring him to refute it. “You know you deserved that,” Linus commented idly, looking between them while holding back a laugh.

"They are the size of the legendary Dire wolves. Brand's wolf comes almost up to my shoulder on his flat feet. His teeth are as fearsome as the Háhyrnir (killer whale) that roamed our sea." Astrid witnessed his Adam's apple bob and his face drain of color in terror. "You are lying," he declared, but the quiver in his voice betrayed his deepening fear. "I am not," she assured him. She tried to muster up a look of concern for him, though she was not at all convinced she was pulling it off. "Save yourself, Leif. Show me where the baby is. Brodi is merciful. If you abandon your plan and confess, I'm sure you will survive. If you do not…"

"Come home and we'll work this out. Surely you've seen the mess—" "The mess your son has created?" "What?" Charli gasped as she stumbled, reaching for her stomach. Her complexion paled as I wrapped my arms tighter around her, also trying to make sense of what had just been said. Did Adelaide just admit that Bryce was actually Fitzgerald's son? "Come on—" "No," Charli said. "I need to hear this." "...I've seen it," Adelaide continued. "Not that you wanted me to. While in that awful place, I couldn't see anything or anyone—"

"We will not be able to communicate while I am in my wolf form since you can't mindlink yet. Hold on tight." I nodded at the gardenia. There was a moment of silence, and then a warm snout nudged my shoulder. I turned and gaped, tilting my head upwards. A huge black wolf was staring at me with intelligent amber eyes. I felt a shiver run through me. "Whoa", I whispered. I'd never seen any wolf as big as he was. He easily topped me by a few inches and there was not a single speck of colour on his thick fur. He nudged me again. I reached out a hand and ran my fingers through soft fur.

She swore she heard Gamma chuckle as he dropped his prize at her feet. The years slipped by, marked not by birthdays but by growth. At two, Cerebus was larger than any farm dog. At five, he dwarfed shepherds and mastiffs alike. By ten, he stood tall as a Great Dane, muscle rolling beneath his golden coat, each head sharp with intelligence. To strangers, he was nightmare made flesh. To Ellie, he was still the trembling pup who had pressed three noses into her jacket that stormy night.

I jerk my head up, scanning the shadows near the penalty box. He steps out from the dark. The bear. Barnaby. The giant mascot head swivels toward me, the dead glass eyes reflecting the faint light of the moon. He’s wearing the full suit, the brown fur looking slightly damp from the evening dew, the massive paws hanging at his sides.

"I was born for mini-bosses!" ROOOOOOOOOAAAR! A deafening roar split the night air as a giant, eight-foot-tall mutated Black Bear burst through the treeline, its glowing chest core flaring like a miniature sun in the pitch-black forest!