Frieza Novels & Stories

My deepest secret is that she, the sexy as fuck women who will soon be my wife was mine, she was my first and only and will be until the day I take my last breath. Demitria owns me, mind, body and soul... she's the fucking devil and 'm her devoted follower. She is my Diabla.

The seventeen enslaved Starborn, who Darius had apparently brought personally because his bindings were destabilizing fast enough that he couldn't maintain them remotely. Everyone was converging at the sanctuary boundary simultaneously. The night sky seemed to darken. The air grew thick with magical pressure. Somewhere in the distance, she could sense Darius approaching, his consciousness already fragmenting from the strain of maintaining control over seventeen minds. Everything was about to change.

"I know it sounds impossible. But it's going to happen. Anyone who isn't in shelter with heat and supplies will freeze within days." "How do you know this?" "Because I've lived through it before," Maya said quietly. "I'm from the future. I died in that apocalypse. Then I woke up one month before my wedding with a chance to change things." Vanessa laughed, hysterical. "You're joking—"

said Corona. “Inkcanius Splatoonus, is one inkling you don’t want to mess with, he created the Infinitiverse with his own fingertips. Not mention he can match anymore regardless if the enemy is strong or not” Sasuke explained. Corona was shocked “wait I’m dealing with an god!?” said Corona. “Yes, you are and once you pissed off a god, he will use his full wrath to anyone that threatens his Inifinitiverse or his creations” said Sasuke.

On a normal day, that would have made me chuckle but I was too tired to even form a proper smile so I just shrugged it off whilst walking to my room. But Violet had other plans. She was on my tail. I pulled the death called heels from my aching feet and continued to strip. "Since nothing happened, just tell of his appearance". This earned her a blank stare. "Come on Kris. At least give me some little juicy details to keep me alive till tomorrow". She whined dramatically. "He's not that hot". And right there is a big fat lie. He was fucking hot. Even better than a Greek god. He's grown his hair a little longer than it was but it was well groomed. His sharp jawline was covered with perfectly s

Zale's mother paused and looked at grandpapa saying that he should the one to say it. "It was to gather the heirs of each throne. The heir of the Fire's Throne, Seraphina Agni, the heir of the Ocean's throne, Zale Altan. The two of you who are together meaning that you are about to be completed." He said. I am the heir of the Fire's throne, a title that holds so much power. It's like next to being a God. Zale patted my shoulder and nodded at me. I looked at the scenery, there is nothing to see but the vast ocean. I sighed.

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

flashback Kayla made it to this handsome stranger and his dog before I did, but he thankfully held on to her before she could touch the animal. “Woah, princess, you don't just touch any dog like that, okay? It can hurt you.” He explained, tone gentle. “But I wanna touch it.” Kayla pressed stubbornly, her mouth taking on that cute pout most people found hard to say no to.

She released her grip after I pleaded. I wonder how long can my skull last at this rate— it looks like all that training I had before to strengthen my body was made to face against their grip. But… it seems she remembers her age. "Hah……" After heaving an exasperated sigh, I lifted my head and stared at Night Fury. "So… when were you created…?" "A… long time ago?" "Tell me something you are sure of?" I asked sarcastically. "Erm… I was made by a substance called dark matter."

The one that flew east was one of his clones. Creed was no fool, He knew that many people are now already aware of Phantom Armor. However, the most troublesome of all of them was Archie Foster. Creed was already aware about Archie's vicious personality and after what had happened the last time he was completely sure that something like this would happen.