Frieza Novels & Stories

He has a fit but muscular body that makes every female from the tribe drool and fall for him, if only he were not married to my mother. My mother, Freya, is the most beautiful female in the tribe. She has soft and wavy honey-blonde hair that bounces elegantly with her every move, and her sapphire eyes glisten in the light like a brilliant gem. My mother has two other male partners beside my father: Drake, a black snake, and Dov, a brown bear. She loves the other two males, despite my father being the Alpha. She loves her children, but she is indifferent to my father, which breaks my heart.

“ I’ve never seen her before!” “ bro she’s hot af!” “Ima try to slide in her DM!” “ wait a min, that’s that baby from the gas station, she bad in real life!” Capri could not help but blush at the compliments even though she would never acknowledge the way they spoke in slang. Never the least it was nice to hear that she still had it. Buster….. “Uh where you from, can I have your number?” Capri… “My names Jade and I’m not from here. My moms always told me don’t talk to strangers and besides your the wrong gender!”

Kealy whispered, her hand instinctively gripping her weapon. "Not where," Kiri said slowly, her eyes scanning the impossible landscape. "When." Rex felt the golden lizard bracelet grow warm. A whisper—no, more like a sensation—rippled through his mind. Fafnir was trying to communicate something, but the message was fragmented, difficult to understand. A figure began to materialize in the distance. Not walk into view, but slowly coalesce from the very light and crystal of the landscape. Humanoid shaped, but not human. Tall, with limbs that seemed to flow like liquid crystal, and eyes that held entire universes.

Roy said to Maya as he looked at him with blank eyes. " Come In this jar and come out of here, with me, " She said as he turned himself into the fog before taking the shape of the tornado; maya was sacred for a second but then she knew this was her Roy, he can never hurt her. He got himself in the jar; ' Move ' the words formed on the surface of the jar; Maya balanced her trembling self as she sneaked out of the campus, entering the house she went straight to the bedroom to check if Ash was awake by any chance but he was not.

"But you forgot one thing. I’m not the 'Bridge' anymore. I’m the End-User." The Synthesizer let out a blinding flash of violet-amber light, and when it faded, a single, towering figure stood in the center of the sector—a creature of obsidian bone, silver fur, and human eyes, carrying a stick made of Pure Deletion.

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.

his voice lowered at the memory haunting him. “what happend next?” I said feeling breathless.His eyes didn’t smile, they went cold “Then the illusion cracked. The smell of flowers turned to the scent of a week-old corpse. So I cut it down and behind it, the shadows parted and Zaahir Stepped forward and blocked my part” A shiver went down my spine, this was terrifyingly interesting. “He was an Ifrit of the old world, towering, his skin the color of cooled lava, bronzed armour and eyes like two dying suns with spiral horns on his head”

a cool, chillingly familiar voice echoed from the shattered doorway. The shadows in the corner of the master suite detached themselves from the walls, twisting and thickening until they coalesced into a towering, humanoid silhouette wreathed in crackling blue lightning and void-black armor. A sharp, mocking smile cut across a scarred, pale face as the figure stepped forward, leaning heavily on a spear carved from pure, condensed starlight. It was High Commander Vane—the exiled tyrant of the Southern Abyssal Trench whom Caelum had cast into the void a decade ago.

he explained. “Wait, there are other dimensions?” she asked. “Yeah. The dimension where I am from is called Ken-Don-Shu. In English, it means the kingdom of monsters.” “A kingdom? Are you some type of prince?” “Not a prince, more like a spawn or reincarnation if you prefer.” “Of what?” “An ancient Kaiju deity called Zerpla. He was the ruler of Ken-Don-Shu and one of the most powerful Kaiju to exist,” he said.

- Jason, I have to tell you something important. -You know you can count on me for anything, right? -Yes, that's why I need you to do me a favor. -Whatever small -Do not freak out. -I warn you. He looks at me confused. -What? Why? - Jason ...- I murmur. I tell him not to get upset and get upset. -In agreement! - him raises his hands in peace sign - I'll try not to, but tell me. -Do you know who Azael is?