Freddy Origin Novels & Stories

He wanted me to know what I was getting into. I'd discovered that he'd dated a lot of beautiful women. I tried to feel honored rather than intimidated that he'd been with ballerinas, actresses, models, and even a professional mime. Freddie said that one was meant to be a joke, but she was actually a lot of fun to be around. The relationships had never lasted very long, but everyone seemed to love following them. There were so many tabloids with articles about Freddie. According to one, he was actually the result of an affair with a bodyguard, while another claimed Freddie was actually the true heir to the throne because he'd been born on a Tuesday.

I saw Freddy, the man who had introduced me to the place, and wondered Was he Roxies protector now? Freddy was a very handsome man, Id give him that, and hed never had problems with women. Those brown puppy dog eyes and blond hair kept the ladies on a leash, begging to take care of him. I, on the other hand, had black hair, dark gray eyes and was so tall and broad women often found me intimidating. If the broadness had been fat, it might have softened my appearance a bit, but every inch of me was covered in muscle. I worked hard to maintain my health, and I didnt allow an ounce of fat to form on me.

In the pitch-black night, Frederick was more skillful than the world's most elite assassins, leaving people with no place to hide, no way to escape. Five fled in a panic, but Frederick had his head in his grip. Crack! Frederick crushed Five’s skull before he could even resist. "Die!" Just then, the voice of Seven, who had his heart crushed earlier, rang out again. "We’ve been modified into cyborgs! You can’t kill us at all! See, even after you kill the others, we’ll just come back to life!" Seven laughed maniacally as he charged at Frederick, seemingly ready to go down together with him.

“What did you say?” Freddy was gorgeous, tall with a muscular build, and far too many tattoos for polite society. He had that bad boy vibe down to a science. Back in the day, he’d rebelled against his parent’s wishes, smoked far too much weed, and somehow ten years of his life slipped away. Now, at twenty-eight, Freddy was pulling his life together. Not only was he almost finished with his Bachelor of Science at the community college, but he’d also cut back on the weed and booze so he could help more at The Grind.

A chilling memory surfaced for Frederick. Back in Motheca, he'd stumbled upon a horrifying scene. A group of thugs from a notorious organization savagely murdered young girls. Consumed by rage, his murderous persona had taken the wheel. When Frederick finally snapped back to reality, he was surrounded by a gruesome tableau of dismembered bodies. The incident left him deeply shaken. Thankfully, no innocent bystanders were present, or they wouldn't have stood a chance. Since then, Frederick had built an ironclad wall within himself, forcibly suppressing his murderous persona.

"I..." Freddy was not an impulsive person, but when it came to the woman he loved, all rationality flew out of the window. When Freddy woke up that morning and heard that Freya was taken to the police station, he devolved into a mess of panic and anxiety. He rushed over right away without a second thought.

The vampire suddenly grabbed Freeda and carried her. "Freeda is the reason why you're all destroyed, but she's also the key to getting you justice," Klyde said, he disappeared again and bring Freeda with him and there the werewolves were angry at what the vampire had done.

Headlights coming at us too fast. My body moving instinctively before my mind could catch up. I remembered shoving her out of the way, the violent force of the collision, and the sickening crack as my leg twisted beneath me. I remembered lying there, unable to move, watching her cry over me—feeling useless for the very first time. And now… this. The door creaked open softly. Freya stepped inside. She looked smaller somehow—paler. Her eyes were red, like she hadn’t slept or stopped crying since the accident.

Damon called out "Darling please do be careful. You're still recovering from your twisted ankle." Freya was a handful and was quite energetic and adventurous which is quite surprising considering her condition. Damon and Clary had adopted her when she was 4 and had found out that she had weak bones and a weak immune system due to malnourishment by her neglecting birth parents. In the beginning months, Freya had been quiet and only really spoke to Max who had been 8 at the time. Freya always stayed close to Damon and Clary when others came near and was afraid of going outside.

Freya interrupted Chad and forcibly destroyed part of her primordial spirit. "You!" Chad was shocked that Freya could go to such lengths. In his rage, Chad suddenly manifested his complete form within the visualization. His body, covered in black dragon scales, reached two meters in height, with a thin layer of multicolored light covering his skin. Chad grabbed Freya's head. "Since you won't tell me, there's no need for you to exist. All I need is a strong primordial spirit, not those useless memories and self-awareness!"