Golden Freddy Fanart Novels & Stories

Freida, Warrior Mother of the pantheons of the Northern Holds and land of midnight sun, took her blade – shaped like a longsword – it’s opal flesh shining like moonlight out of its gold and ruby hilt, and pressed the tip of razors and ravens claws gently into her grizzled grey harreled hoary husband’s lip, drawing blood. He ran his white tongue over the edge of the blade, drawing blood, then swallowed as his blood and honey wine flowed. Freida smirked, walking her two Norwegian forest cats, Hygul and Beigul – Honey and Amber – on golden spiked collars. They drew a chariot of wheat, and fresh smoked pork on the bone.

*Kiera* The private jet hums softly around us, a comforting backdrop to the excitement bubbling in my chest. I glance over at Frida, her face aglow with anticipation as she cradles Webby in her lap. The little golden retriever puppy is squirming and pawing at her, occasionally letting out a tiny yip that makes us all laugh. I can’t help but smile at the sight; it’s like watching a living embodiment of joy.

The others—Emma, Zack, and Henry—having mostly finished eating, pulled out their phones with varying degrees of curiosity and apprehension. A strange silence fell over our corner as everyone absorbed what they were seeing. Shocking headlines, complete with images and scathing commentary, filled the werewolf social media feeds: "Natalie Silverstone's 'Fenrir' painting, a supposedly audacious style unfit for a major art exhibition premiere? (Image of 'Fenrir' attached but poorly lit)" "Natalie Silverstone, leveraging her Nightshade pack connection, soaring into the ranks of top artists – pack ties truly make the art world go round"

Freddie responded with equal ferocity, thrusting his hips slightly, groaning deep. Meanwhile, April’s face twisted, and her jaw clenched slightly as she tried to look away, but just couldn’t. Freddie, on the other hand, couldn’t get enough of Cindy. He gripped her by the waist, lifting her slightly before twisting her around until her ass pressed back against him. Cindy’s head fell back, a raw cry ripping from her throat.

I put my arm around her waist and, all of a sudden, thought this was a straightforward way to ruin her plans. "That's right. Freya will only be safe with me, and I must make her understand that. I smiled as I called for my Beta and told him to steal Freya's design sketches and make jewellery that looked just like hers to sell at Nightfall Pack's jewellery shop before she could open her own.

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

How can someone expect a woman to keep her hands to herself in a situation like this? It wasn't in my plan to feel horny and let Spencer's touch burn me for the evening. However, Freddie, Grammy's best friend had other ideas. According to him, we are young so we should spend our “Honeymoon” by enjoying every second of it. No matter how many times we tried to refuse his exotic offer, the more he pushed until we gave in and now we are here. I feel like he possesses the eyes of a hawk. If he weren't Grammy's friend who is extremely happy that Spencer finally has a girlfriend, I would find him extremely creepy.

She had sent the invitation already before making a call. "As you said, it's here," Emerald cackled and opened the invitation. "Wow! The invitation is beautiful!" "Did you like it?" Freya was ecstatic that Emerald found it beautiful. "You are the only one who has that kind of invitation." She drew it for Emerald as Red once told her that Emerald was an equestrian and an F1 driver. Freya drew a woman leaning on an F1 car while she hugged a horse's neck. The left side of her body was clad with an equestrian outfit while the right side was in an F1 race suit.