Freddy Tony Crynight Novels & Stories

There was a loud crunch as he fell to the ground. Another advanced on me just as I finished with the first one, grabbing at my neck. The beast stumbled to me, a nightmare of blazing yellow eyes, its wide-open mouth dripping with thick, acrid saliva. I ducked under his greedy hands, bringing my head up between his arms. I whacked my head into his nose, watching him tumble over in pain. I grabbed his shoulders and kneed him in the groin as if my life depended on it. Well, I guess it kinda did.

Elyon was waiting for them at the back door and the moment they stepped inside the house, he slammed the door shut. “Step away,” Frio said in a panic. He lay down on the kitchen floor and not a moment after all of them were shivering from the cold. The cabin’s temperature dropped to freezing point. Elyon gave Eon a questioning gaze with what was happening but Eon kept mum and just waited for Frio to finish what he was doing. “Ugh, what happened?” Trent stirred and scanned the room full of scared teenagers. He had shifted back into his human form as well as Travis. Except that Travis was still unconscious on the floor.

Why does his bite feel so good when it should hurt? ‘It’s the toxins in my bite,’ Freddy replies through telepathy and continues to drink for me. ‘Sorry for entering your mind, but your blood pushes my powers through the roof. I feel insanely powerful, but I can’t stay. I’m going to leave you now. So farewell but not goodbye.’ My eyes snap open. “Wait!” I shout, but Freddy has already spat out my arm and is currently melting into a dark spot on the floor. He is rapidly sinking into darkness, smiling when he realizes my terrified expression.

"Strip," I froze after hearing what the devil himself said. I didn't know what to or what to say. He smirked, pleased by my weak and vulnerable state. I hugged myself tighter, afraid. How to escape? What kind of sick joke is this? I raised my shaking eyes, daring for the first time to meet his fixing gaze. He stood there in all his glory, waiting for me to submit to his sinful demand. A tear slipped down my face, looking at the door, hoping, praying someone would come and save me from this shameless man in front of me.

Why are they not moving on from this forsaken old-fashioned kidnapping idea? "I won this time, Xander," said someone now coming on his way toward me. I still have my vision blurry so his presence is still vague. Yet I do recognize the voice. This buffoon, I swear. "Aren't you tired of this, Clyde?" I scoffed, not even giving him a glance because I am still dizzy. I don't know why either but my vision gets more and more unsteady. "No, actually, I am so hyped up right now. I can finally have my revenge on you after beating the shit out of me."

A cry ripped out from me, my hands gripping the sheets so hard my knuckles turned bone-white. “Is this what you wanted?” He growled. Yes… “More,” I cried. It was surprising that I could even take this. How on earth was I able to ask for more? Nonetheless, Damon heeded my pleas and continued to pound my sticky, greedy cunt furiously, our pubic bones grinding until I came with a roar. It ripped through me with a shockingly violent force. At first, the blood in my ears was the only thing I heard, and then it was like lava pouring down a mountain, fiery, destructive, and indestructible. No one and nothing could contain me.

His mouth was really stupid, and he did not know how to coax a woman. “My mom says that it’s easy to become old and ugly if you cry…” “Rodney Snow, if you don’t know how to talk, then shut your f*cking mouth. No one will think you’re mute.” Freya was furious and grabbed her bag to smash it on him.

Man must need his sleep, he thought, but on the other hand, he didn’t want him to lose his job. “Hey Bernie,” he said, leaning against the counter. “Bernie, wake up,” he called louder. An unpleasant feeling turned his stomach. He gently patted the man’s shoulder, but rather than startle awake as Miles hoped, he fell lifeless to the floor. “Oh my god,” Milo shouted. He ran around the counter and held his fingers to the man’s pulse point, but the cold, stiff skin yielded no thrum of life. “Damn it, you were my only friend, Bernie,” he said.

"Not until you understand that the man who rejected you seven years ago doesn't exist anymore. And not until you give me the chance to prove it." As Raven turned to walk away, her phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. A video file, timestamp showing it was taken that morning. When she opened it with trembling hands, she watched footage of herself in her apartment—sleeping, unaware, completely vulnerable. Multiple camera angles. Professional equipment. The video's final frame showed a message in white text: "Come to the Cascade Mountains. Come alone. Or I'll burn every connection you've ever made. —D"

Tony rush to Gregory. "Hey boss' boss, where have you been? I came in yesterday and I didn't see you." Tony said, Craig's eyes turned red. "What are you doing here?" Craig asked with a punch throw to Tony's face, he fell to the floor. "Tony, I don't want to see your face, every time, I see you, I want to drink your blood." He hit Tony with his legs. "I told you to run but you are still standing, you want to die by my hands." "Death is what you deserve and death, I will give you." He grabbed his neck, Tony was covered with blood already, and his eyes were all red like a monster, Gregory freed his hand from Tony's neck.