Golden Shadow Freddy Novels & Stories

When I go to stand back up to find somewhere to hide, I’m thrown backwards into a tree, hitting my head. I groan and let my vision come to focus. My head begins to throb as I sit up and I notice I am nowhere near the fight. A hooded figure comes to view, I try to stand but stumble from dizziness. The hooded figure gets closer and lets out a horrid screech. I start gasping as a blue wisp starts to come from my parted lips and I feel as if my energy is being drained. Right before darkness consumes me, I see those purple eyes with gold flecks.

he growled at her, his eyes suddenly turning golden. Freya almost screamed in fear when she saw his eye colour change. She wanted to run but he was blocking her since both of his hands were placed on either side of the tree and she was in the middle. She had been certain ever since this started that he wasn't human but was just confirming it now. Suddenly, his hands were on her neck, pinning her to the tree with his eyes still golden. Freya felt the air around her suck into the earth. She couldn't breathe; her airflow was cut off and all she could do was bring up her hands to push his hands off her neck.

Leah said, “Where are we going?” Freddie said, “The railroad station.” “Why?” “Because I’m a responsible copper. I delivered Valerie as a attainable suspect. Which intended the uniformed division got his picture. The toes on the street. They confirmed it around. A cash changer at the railroad station recognized it. From a couple of days ago. Which makes him your business, not mine.” “Thank you.” “However,” Freddie said. “That doesn’t sound good.”

Kiera broke the silence. Mary snickered, "Of what use is the police to us? There was a note that was taped to Kendra's battered body, it read, 'keep your house in order, and warn them of the shadow's reach. This what happens to those who trespasses" The shadow! The same group Draco mentioned, the same group that she had Mr. Kendra investigate, the same group she suspected her husband belonged to and now, it's the same group that must have killed him. She shook her head trying to process everything as a whole.

The Royal Pack's eastern courtyard was empty except for the fountain's gentle murmur when Sarah finally found her. Wendy sat on the stone edge, one hand trailing in the water, watching the silver marks on her skin create rippling reflections. The afternoon sun cast everything in gold, a stark contrast to the silver that seemed to follow Wendy everywhere now. Sarah stopped twenty feet away, her usual confident stride faltering. She wore simple training clothes instead of her typical designer outfits - a deliberate choice, Wendy noted. Making herself appear vulnerable. Less threatening.

The moonlight shone sharply through the cracks of the old iron roof. The faint scent of metal and old blood still lingered subtly. In the cold and empty room, Frederick stood with his back to the door. His body was upright like a steel beam, while a thin trail of cigarette smoke floated from his fingertips. Several scars of sharp objects were visible on his cheek area, believed to have been caused by shards of glass during his attack at Edgar’s hideout in Saint Petersburg. The sound of footsteps echoed as a muscular man with silver hair and piercing eyes like blades appeared from the shadows, dressed in a long dark gray wool coat. Behind him, two loyal henchmen stood guard.

She laughed and touched his arm again, stealing his attention away from me. I sighed. Jake followed my line of sight, “Freddy’s got a knack for drawing attention. You know, back in college, he was the guy everyone wanted a piece of. Wealthy, handsome, mysterious. I don't know how, but somehow, he ended up with Sundae. It was so messed up. You know how it is when power enters the wrong hands. She tried to control him.”

hissed Isolde, a gleam of malignant triumph illuminating her contorted face. It was at that instant that the doors of the Solar, already damaged, exploded not by physical force, but by a shockwave of pure, golden energy. Freya entered the room in a way that no one in the castle had ever witnessed. She did not run; she seemed to float over the stained marble, her presence expanding to fill every crevice of the room. The silver mark on her neck shone with the intensity of a rising sun, and her eyes were no longer stormy; they were orbs of liquid gold, conveying an authority that transcended brute strength.

Since I chose to be part of this program, I was going to do everything I could to help. I couldn't change the war-torn state of their lives, but I could teach them something useful that might change things at the root. Just as I was having the pups recite a chart of herbs, I heard soft laughter from the entrance of the shack. I looked up and saw Freddy Goldberg leaning against the doorway, his eyes curved into a smile. When he caught my gaze, he raised his eyebrows at me. I set down the herbs in my hands and walked over to him. Freddy was the Alpha heir of the powerful Blood Fang pack. He'd once pursued me openly, but I turned him down.

“Love what-” “Alpha that is dangerous!!!” Alan came to the doorway. “SAMANTHA SERENE SILVER!!!” I looked back to the mirror and her eyes were completely silver, mine were glowing gold as well... “ALPHA STOP!!!” “REMEMBER!!!!” I gasped as the giant chain clattered once before it shattered, dissolving into nothing. Somewhere I felt myself falling before the endless blackness took us both.