Freddy Rockstar Novels & Stories

“You must be out of your mind.” “I’ve been eagerly anticipating this moment—to return to this place.” Frederick stared out at the water, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. His body was covered in a multitude of tattoos, leaving no space untouched. He served as a front-line soldier and held a beta position in my brother’s ranks. He had launched a surprise attack on Gray, completely unaware of his true abilities. Frederick reveled in the adrenaline of risky situations, seeking out thrills and excitement, while I remained content with my ordinary life.

“If I show up, I’m not doing it to help your company.” Scott met her gaze. “I know.” She turned back to Randy. “I’m showing up to end your version of me in front of everyone who believes it.” Randy’s smile sharpened. “Then come.” Freeda tore the card in half and let the pieces fall between them. Randy’s eyes flickered, just once. Then he smiled again, colder. “Perfect. Now they’ll call you unstable with proof.” Freeda’s chest lifted on a slow breath. “Call me whatever you want that helps you sleep better.”

And no one really comes forward to pick a fight with him. Finally, Fredrick makes the move. He marches to Ryker and halts in front of him. Ryker doesn’t even flinch and stands tall. “ One of these days…I am going to find out what you are hiding… ” Fredrick sneers in his face. My heart skips one beat. Then two, three. I hold my breath and take in Fredrick’s face. His face is like a granite stone, shaped, detached and flawless and his eyes are an Amber colour.

our voices growled through Warrick's mouth. The rogue, weakened by Freya's attack, was no match for us. Warrick lunged forward, effectively hiding Freya, our claws sinking into its flesh. It roared in pain, but our grip was too strong. Warrick lifted it off the ground and slammed it against a jutting rock. The pointed tip pierced through its stomach leaving the rogue hanging limp like a discarded doll. Warrick spat, "Fucking thrice-damned scum."

As the only child born after Mom and Dad's remarriage, everyone says that I'm the most obedient and well-behaved one. I'm also the best role model for my older half-brother, Matt Hammond, and my older half-sister, Carrie Hammond. Matt is a troublemaker who loves getting into trouble. He once stole Mom's diamond necklace and sold it to buy skins for his online games. But as Mom is his stepmother, she finds disciplining him hard and therefore only lashes out at me when she catches me eating tortilla chips and gives me a good beating. "Were you the one who bought these chips? How dare you eat them without asking permission first? That's stealing! You're behaving like a thief!" Meanwhile, C

Frank tries to go for Freddy's throat, but Freddy slaps his face away with his large paw before he quickly uses his hind legs flipping Frank off of him. They both quickly get back to their feet, growling. Freddy moves quickly biting down on Frank's shoulder shaking him back and forth, before taking him to the ground. Before Frank could get back up Freddy is back on him ripping fur and flesh from Frank. Freddy quickly moves to lock his jaws on Frank's throat forcing him to submit.

When she thought that she would have to fight with those big scorpions in the cave later, she inevitably felt a little uncomfortable. "Hahaha, there's no need for that!" Freddy laughed out loud and shouted, "As long as we smash open this ice crystal cave, that guy will naturally show up!" "Watch as I destroy this Ice Crystal Cave!" Freddy let out a fierce shout, and his entire body exploded with a dazzling light. And then, he suddenly stretched out both hands, transforming them into palm-prints that filled the skies. They stretched out viciously, slapping towards the icy cave.

“I’m coming for you, Freya.” Lightning split the sky. “And anyone who touched you…” His jaw tightened. “…is already dead.”

“You’re an omega, after all. No one with any sense will want a filthy Omega.” Omega. He spat the word like an insult, but I couldn’t even understand or care about what he was saying. I just wanted out! “Release me immediately.” I gritted my teeth. “You can’t do this.” “It’s already done.” My nails dug into my palms. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening. I wasn’t a bloody omega or whatever. I wasn’t some property to be sold. I was Freya Vaughn. And I would destroy every single person who thought they could take away my freedom.

District Marindale, more precisely in the Falindor Forest—Ryloston Pack Palace. Freddy was inhaling the aroma of an 18-year-old single malt whisky that had just been poured into a rock-cut crystal glass by Peter McKay—watcher—when Bernard arrived. He knew that Bernard must have important news. But that didn't mean Bernard's arrival should interfere with his desire to relax. The crystal glass turned slowly. There was a soft clink as the ice hit the sides, creating faint ripples in the whisky. Freddy closed his eyes and savored the first sip. So did he, not wanting to miss a single taste sensation in every drop of whisky.