Golden Freddy Fanart Novels & Stories

I clip. Curled up on her bay window I finally take her in. Freya looks beautiful. The yellow compliments her hazel eyes beautifully. Her chestnut brown hair comes down in voluminous waves all the way to her hip. The yellow ball gown clings to her waist and flairs down elegantly. There's an assortment of gems and diamonds on the bodice and skirt accentuating the already gorgeous gown. Freya is a goddess and the Alpha would be stupid not to pick her... if he could get past the fact she's bat shit crazy.

"These are his ex girlfriends. I have printed them out. Have a look." "What?" I am shocked. "I do not know much about you werewolves, but is it a habit for you to show your wives your friends' ex girlfriends' pictures?" Freddy frowns. "He is not my friend." I am speechless. "Ok, ok, ok. No one is your friend." "Oh..." I pick up the color printouts and flip through them, "All of his previous girlfriends were so sexy! They all had the S-shaped figure and fuller lips. And those lips look especially good with red lipstick... I bet men like this type of woman."

Xenoah smiled sparingly at him. Fans? "They are already crazy" he whispered. The man laughed and looked at me. An etchoserang smile flashed on his lips. "So Attorney it looks like the news is real that you're busy right now" that Fredd guy stated with playfulness. Xenoah laughed before wrapping his hand around my waist. "What do you think?" he asked playfully. "Oh my ghosh!" the guy yelled and stood up still fanning with his hand. "You'll be breaking thousands of heart Attorney" he added.

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”

“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!

To calm the chaos that is in her heart and mind. “Wow man, that is amazing. When you said you were an artist I didn’t think you meant you were that good.” Freddie says breaking me out of my hallucination. I look at him waiting for any recognition of the person I just drew. Did I get the girl with the voice right? Is the image I saw in my head the right one? “Thanks man.” I say looking at him staring at the sketch. He doesn’t say anything beyond that. I feel disappointment settle in my heart. I was hoping I got her likeness right, but I didn’t

I don’t care what happens to me and wait as Freddy steps out from the shadows with a smirk on his lips. Holy shit. I hate to admit it, but the hybrid looks gorgeous in the orange light cast from my bedside lamp with his unruly blonde hair and rolled-up sleeves. He has a body toned to perfection with a rugged face fit for an outlaw, yet his eyes remain gentle and patient despite my disrespect. I hold my breath when Freddie slides off his boots and saunters closer with an animalistic grace. His lips twitch when he kneels in front of me and whispers, “Shall I make you forget about your sorrows for a while?”

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.”