Freddy X Foxy Novels & Stories

The eyes were red, it also looked at her straight as the fangs protruded. "What kind of animals are you?!" Freeda asked as if she was going crazy at the thought of what to do. If she runs, she has nowhere to run because there is no road. She's trapped. She only faces death and she can no longer escape it. "We are werewolves," she heard the white wolf in front of her speech. Freeda gulped, she looked again at the other wolves around her who were slowly approaching her. In an instant, she was suddenly weak as if her soul had come out of her body.

Chapter 39/ Epilogue Five years later Foxy’s POV It’s like my past is a dream. A dream of things that seem so distant from the life I’m living now. I can’t imagine living without Blair and our twin sons, Blade and Austin, and it looks like I finally found my happy ending. I love my little family, and Blair and I are happily mated.

He growled lunging forward for her The last time had taken her by surprise when she was unconscious but this time she wasn’t going to go with them without a fight. Freya bared her hands up in defense mode as she bared her teeth at Dex and her eyes bleed violet hue, Dex’s head turned inhumanely as he stared her down and a surprising look filled his amused features as he stared at Freya, “ exciting that you’d want to give me a show,” he grinned widely before he sprinted forward in a quick attack to bring her down But Freya was quick enough to deflect all the punches and sharp claws that threatened to wound her, she spun around landings a heavy Kick on Dex’s jaw, which had the hybrid shift back

Walking down them you could easily tell the temperature drop and the moisture in the air became more prominent. The smell of mildew grew stronger as I went lower and lower down in to the cells, but what caught my attention was the shouts. “Tell me!” The sound of metal slamming together echoed through the tight hallway and I knew instantly who the voice belonged to. “I would rather die than speak to your kind you mutated fucking bastard!” Cassius came into view and so did Eladia who was gripped on to the bars she was held captive by. Both looked like they could rip each other’s heads off if given the opportunity.

My paws pounded against the hard concrete as I didn’t think I just jumped. One of the wolves had something small in it’s mouth, something like a pelt, no… a black fox? It was limp as he tossed it to the side and gave me a snarl. I returned by clamping my mouth over his biting with a force that ripped is nose from is face. The taste of blood, bone, saliva, all fueling me to release and clamp down on his neck tearing a chunk out and allowing him to collapse. Where is Freya? I growled to Oliver who was in the process of tearing off the leg of one wolf who thought he could be pinned.

Freddy knew who I am and what I am, but he seems to be un bothered and he's still living peacefully deep inside the forest with his animal friends. "Oh how I missed my sweet Angel! Freddy, can I have the key please? I want to cuddle my Sweet little Angel! I missed her so much!" I plead and Freddy tossed me a spare of key. I quickly unlocked the cage and dipped myself into the pool, looking at my sweet angel.

Freddy is not only excellent as a Marketing Manager, but he is also good at two other things: speeding and flirting with women. "No, you misunderstood what I meant. I borrowed it not to go racing." Freddy grabbed Lance Howling's hand and shook it, pretending to cry like a baby. This was the first time Lance Howling had seen this expression of Freddy, he silently assessed. "I can't believe what you say. Who doesn't know that I'm the most devilish kid in this family? If you don't make it clear, don't expect me to lend you anything, even a piece of paper." Lance Howling still brushed aside. He didn't like Freddy's stubbornness.

Dom and Clara did the fieldwork and made a good team by kicking unsuspecting werewolf asses toward where Dom was told Iris was supposed to be kept. Similarly, Freddie was allowed access after access through locked doors and hallways in search of any of his fellow dragons that might need saving, for whom they weren't too late. After about an hour of searching, Freddie found a room that looked filled with holding cages, as wild animals that to his horror held his friends, soldiers with whom he used to train.

“I don’t understand why you love to be in the sky, fighting in the air, but I’ll follow your guide accordingly. Hope we will have the best experience.” Second was so polite, smiling under the mask, although his eyes watched him as if he wanted to dunk him into the ocean. “I’ll kill you!” Freddie rushed toward Second. He swung his claws. Zzzip! The gold color of the claws afterimage flew toward him. Second lifted his dagger which was soon coated with sand. The dagger transformed into a sharp sword. Swoosh! The deadly afterimage of the claws was slashed by the said sand sword. “That fucker!!!!” Freddie gnashed his teeth.

he mumbles with the chocolate still in his mouth, causing Tonya to look at him with disgust. "Jeez, manners," she complains and throws a cushion into his face. Freddie and Jenny stay silent most of the evening, simply enjoying each others presence while cuddling up on a two-seater. Since Freddie nearly died, they’re inseparable. Who could blame them? The night is extremely restless. All kinds of scenarios keep playing on my mind, trying to figure a way for each and every one of them. “We’ll be okay,” my wolf tries to calm me, and I know I can trust her. Even if she has a very naughty mind and I can’t do everything she always wants, I know she’s right with this.