Glamrock Freddy X Gregory 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.

Gemma grumbled, her cheeks burning as she crossed her arms over her chest. “You do not,” Freddy insisted, ignoring her embarrassment. She shut the wardrobe door, then grabbed Gemma by the shoulders and steered her to stand squarely in front of the mirror on the back of their door. “You, my friend, are a country knockout.” “Now we have your outfit for Saturday sorted,” Freddy announced, diving back into the seemingly bottomless tote bag. “And now for mine.” With a dramatic flourish, she pulled out a flowy, aggressively glittery tank top—one hundred percent Freddy—a sleek black mini skirt, and a pair of black suede slouch boots.

Frederick merely tilted his head to the side, then delivered a swift whip-like kick from above, crushing the thunderous light. He did it as easy as extinguishing a cigarette butt! The shockwave sent Rory flying through the air. "With how loud you were shouting, I thought you'd be a bit stronger this time. Turns out you're all bark and no bite," Frederick remarked nonchalantly as he scratched his ear absentmindedly. Behind him, Jasmine's eyes widened as she gaped in shock. Holy crap! Frederick wasn't kidding! He actually managed to take down Rory in seconds! Could it be that his mysterious SSS-level file identity was really true?

“Sweetheart, we’re way past diplomacy!” “Never liked diplomacy anyway!” I roared, lunging into the fray. I tore through two Black Fangs in seconds—fangs snapping, claws rending flesh. Blood painted the snow beneath me, steaming in the cold. One tried to lunge for my throat, but I met him mid-air, crushing his skull beneath my jaws. His body hit the ground with a wet crack. Alpha Gregor and the Queen were locked in a deadly dance of monsters. Every blow they exchanged shook the valley, rocks shattering, trees splintering.

I don’t deserve his friendship. Greg shakes my shoulder. “Hmm?” I respond. “Wow, you really are lost in your thoughts. Want to talk about it?” he asks. I sigh and allow myself to settle back against him. “No. I really don’t,” I say. We sit quietly for an immeasurable amount of time before Greg scoops me up and is running toward the waterfall that feeds the lake and leaps off the side of the cliff. I shriek as we fall and end up with water in my mouth and nose when we hit the surface of the lake. I come up sputtering and choking and Greg comes up laughing. I pretend to be angry at him and give him my best glare. It must be working because his laughter dies down and concern mars his beautiful

[ NEW TASK: THE GHOST ] [OBJECTIVE: IGNORE DOMINIC GREYHOUND FOR THE REMAINDER OF THE EVENT. [CRITERIA: NO EYE CONTACT. NO CONVERSATION. ACT AS IF HE DOES NOT EXIST.] [REWARD: $500,000 & INTRODUCTION TO A NEW PROSPECTIVE LOVE INTEREST.] I freeze. “No. Not tonight,” I plead silently. “Anything but this.” The screen pulses a deep, warning red. [FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN A PARTIAL RESET OF BEAUTY ATTRIBUTES.] Partial reset? Beauty attributes? I would start getting ugly? In real time?

Raymond growled at me, pushing me aside roughly to face Freddie again. "You must think you are untouchable, don't you?" Ray asked him, punching him one more time and pushing him to the car again. this time I saw him focused on Freddie and I realized that he wanted to confirm if Freddie has a wolf that he is hiding from us. but we didn't hear that sound from him again, we just saw him hit the car and scream in pain, begging Raymond for mercy.

He'd spent enough time around Gregory to know he didn’t want a minute more in his company. "So soon?" Gregory's brow raised. "You couldn't even pretend now after you got what you wanted?" Ollie let out a forced chuckle. No, he couldn’t. "Besides, some beautiful girls are about to roll in. We should celebrate with that," Gregory continued, his eyes glinting with lewd excitement. “Not that he needs to,” said Freddy, a friend of Gregory’s, his aged voice scratchy from the corner of the private bar. “With a face like his, girls probably fall into his lap.” His eyes crinkled as he grinned.

I looked at Frey beside but her chair is empty. “Looking for your best friend?” I looked at the front and saw Mr. Gregory holding expressionless Frey by her neck. Mr. Gregory has wings with black feathers. His nails look like claws and his teeth are sharp with fangs. I stood up in a panic. But the moment I stood up and ready to lunge at him, my body froze half movement. “Frey!” I shouted.

“I think these folks here have a bone to pick with you.” Gregory’s face twisted. “Wait. Wait, I—I can make this right. Whatever you want. Money? A title? I’ll step aside—” “No,” Frederick said. “You’ll kneel. Before the ones you destroyed.” The rogues didn’t wait for a command. They moved as Gregory shifted into his wolf, attempting to make a run for it. The rogues followed suit and he barely made it outside before they charged him. One by one he was able to keep them off, but eventually they overran him. The growls echoed through the hangar. And I stood there, silent, watching it happen. Not with mercy. But with understanding. Some monsters don’t deserve cages. They deserved to be hunted.