Golden Freddy Novels & Stories

Several geyseys opened up, sprouting flames of gold and blood as ash filed the skies of Zandor. This was Frederick's Domain! This was the domain called Hephaestus's Forgery, and it's manifestation was as grand as the best of domains could be! "My name is Frederick," Frederick affirmed as the hammer he held was suddenly engulfed in large blue flames. These flames didn't carry with them the heat of Hades; they were more like a refining fire. And they did refine. The powerful hammer grew larger, about two times it's size, and created a large shadow over the figure of the imposter. It was only then that Frederick caught her attention, and her crazy mutterings ceased.

What had them stirred up now? I stepped out into the streets and a tiny woman’s eyes met mine. Her hair was matted and gray, but her eyes shown a different side of her. A side full of life. “What is all of this?” I asked her and her face moved upward in a genuine smile. “We have gathered to celebrate the return of our Princess.” My eyebrows furrowed together as to how they knew Raven was their Princess, but I didn’t reply. I followed the people who were chanting and cheering lined up down the road.

She stood at the VIP bar, her leather clad legs getting attention from most of the men up there. And yes, it was flattering but she knew once she turned around, they would all look away. None of her scars showed from the back, which is why her top was gold and backless. She swirled her straw in the glass, smiling at the bartender as he nodded. “Good crowd,” he said. “Always is. Some high rollers in tonight.”

I didn't want to question her or make her relieve her bad past but her words sounded unbelievable. "I never knew you went through a lot sis, I'm truly sorry. As for Stacey, I recently met her at the hotel I'm in, and I kind of felt like she wasn't lying." I said softly. "That's what golddiggers do, they trick and lie. That lady is a professional gold digger who can easily manipulate you, so avoid her at all cost and stay away from her." she said. "Okay, thank you for making things clear to me. I will talk to you later, I love you." I whispered.

She was scared to death and wished she could just disappear from the surface of the earth. Freddie continued to walk and pull her along. Finally, they got to a door with two men at the entrance. Freddie showed them an ID card and they let them enter immediately. Four men were seated around a table, playing cards, with bottles of vodka spread across the same table. They all looked above fifty years of age. The first man wore a red shirt, unbuttoned and showing hairy chest. His hair was jet black and permed. He wore a gold chain too. The three other men wore black leather jackets and black jeans. They were looking far from good guys.

Safey said and smiled to us. “I want the red drink!” Jeselle uttered and reached to get the red drink. “Blue!” Kriselle then added, even stretching her arm into the thin air. My bestfriend and I looked at each other and shook our heads upon their giddiness. We even laughed to ourselves, seeing how one of them almost tripped on the table because of their clumsy nature. I reached out my hand to grab the green drink. “As usual, your favorite color,” Safey commented, rolling her eyes.

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?”

Francine overheard her and shush her. A woman raised her paddle shrieked like a banshee from the back, “$510, 000!” “Who is following that up?” The host taunted. “$550, 000!” Freddy said, raising his paddle. Francine swooned and kissed him on the cheek with a loud smack. The shrieking woman raised her paddle again, “$600, 000!” Freddy continued, “$650, 000!” “$800, 000.” A deep voice said almost boringly. Everywhere became quiet. It was Jared King that had spoken.

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.

Freddie sent out another hoot of laughter. “Dignity? Boy, what man wouldn’t love to have all the pretty ladies practically throw themselves at his feet?” Freddie exclaimed between laughter and James allowed his disgust to show. None of those women really were interested in him but his pretty boy face, as Freddie put it, or his bad ass reputation.