Golden Freddy Fanart Novels & Stories

Her creamy skin looks so soft that she wants to take a bite of it. “Enough! She’ll catch an evil eye” Freya pushed Darla aside and covered Goldie with a baby blanket. Everyone stifled their laugh at shocked Darla. Freya can be mean when it concerns the baby. She won’t let any harm near Goldie. “Oh my! You’re still here, grandma”

He looked beside him to Number 3 who was still staring at the pictures of the Alpha and Luna. Finally, the folder was flipped closed. “Aye.” “Motion carries.” Number 2 nodded. “Now, we need to send a messenger to the SilverFang pack and tell them the news. “No need.” Number 3 smiled. “I’ll invite them in person.” She flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder and smiled wider, flashing her silver teeth. “After all. She is my daughter.” ~~~The Demon of SilverFang~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~Fin~~~~~~~~~~~~

Finally, he had done it. Freya rolled her eyes, lowering her staff to glare at his reaction. "Listen up, if you can hit me like that again, I'll take you out for the end party of our city festival. We use this special powder from Draekon scales that creates this colourful burst in the sky, it's beautiful." "Are you asking me out?" Valor grinned at her. Freya rolled her eyes, "Don't make me hit you again. You only have one hour, so let's do this."

“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.

I found it amusing, how his face didn't match his voice. "His face screams anger but his voice is as sweet as honey" Isis said making me chuckle. "And this" Alpha Kendrik said as he pointed to the woman standing beside Alpha Edward. "Is the Alpha of Silver Fur Back, Alpha Freya" Alpha Kendrik said making me feel shocked but also excited. I turned towards Alpha Freya who was around 5'9, chocolate brown skin with flowly black hair and gorgeous brown eyes. She is the first female Alpha of our kind...Gods you could see power rolling off of her in waves! Wow!

“I’m not that interested in swimming, but since it’s an excuse to see you naked, I’m game.” “Harr-harr,” I roll my eyes at him, and Freddy laughs, easily pulling me up with him. He is very gentle with me, sort of like an oversized, blonde puppy. He is actually taller than Lucas, but not quite as swole. Freddy is more cut. I grab the hem of my jeans. “Promise not to get inside my head even when I’m without my vervain.” He places his hand on his chest with a smile, and I try not to check out his abs. “I promise not to read your mind...now, will you please undress?”

The pack members cheered, this time louder. In the crowd, far from every other person, I could spot the Alpha King, Slade. He had a small frown on his face, and I imagine he wasn't at all pleased to be here. Freya stood a few feet behind him; she was in gold this time—her dress, her veil, the gloves—everything was in the color gold. Her attention snapped to me once, as if she could sense me looking at her, and just as quickly, she looked away.

However, something about this new tattoo had him coloring up. “What’s this?” Kim teased, dropping the second brownie. “Is that a girl’s name?” Freddy’s cheeks flamed hotter. “No, it’s definitely not that.” “Rosie,” Kim read. “No, that doesn’t sound like a girl’s name at all. What could I have been thinking?” Freddy yanked his sleeves back down. “It’s nothing. I was drunk. I don’t want to talk about it.” Kim’s eyes danced. “But I do! And since when do you get drunk tattoos? I feel as if we’ve entered an alternate universe.”

I growled, picking up the pace, my thumb circling her clit in rough strokes. “Or whisper how I’m going to expose every dirty secret you have if you don’t let me fuck you right here? I know things about you, Lyra. About that shady deal you made for this painting. One word from me, and your reputation’s ruined. But if you’re a good girl and take my cock, maybe I’ll keep my mouth shut.” Her body trembled, her juices coating my fingers as I thrust them harder, the wet sounds filling the quiet gallery. She’s loving this, I could tell from the way her walls pulsed around me, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.

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.