Ignited Freddy Fnaf Novels & Stories

Freya tried to fight Lucy off, but she was no match for Lucy. In the shortest of seconds, the drug took charge of Freya’s system. She became hypnotized. That was the plan. “Hi, Freya,” I scooted forward. “Hello, Vogar.” “When I snap my fingers, you drive.” “Okk, Vogar.” I whiffed, relaxing into my seat. She was my rat for my game. She would hate herself by the time she was back to her senses. Sending my eyes to the back, there they were - my men, coming in their flocks.

“You were there, bidding on a little girl! You sick sack of shit!” He paled. “What’s going on here, Frederick?” Malo demanded. Frederick turned to run, but Zane was on him in a minute, his hands on his shoulders to turn him back around. “Kneel,” Zane said in that tone I now recognized as his Alpha Voice. “What were you doing at the Rotary Club?” “I, I was there to bid on a blond human girl I’d been sent photos of,” Frederick said, the words dragging themselves out of his lungs. “I bid on her and won her, and I was, I was having sex with her when the police raided the joint.”

“What kind of doors?” Freddy’s eyes glint with something that I can only describe as dangerous. “The kind of doors that allow me to do just about anything I want without facing the consequences.” He leans closer to me, his breath hot against my face. “And I want my family back. All of them. And luckily, the Safir pack will help me with just that.” My heart thuds in my chest as I process his words. “You’re planning on bringing them back from the dead? But Freddy, that’s not a good idea. You shouldn’t mess with life and death. You’re not a god.”

He bent and took the bunch of keys from his grip and kicked him as he fell to the ground, still covering his eyes. Freddy walked back to the cage and began to open the cage, the clicking sound gave Willow and Igor a phobia as Freddy began sniffing again. "Where is that smell coming from?" He frowned. "From one of you of course!" He finally opened the door ajar and stared at each one of them. "Come on, you freaks should climb down, one after the other. I have to take a proper sniff of all of you!" He said. Willow and Igor shone their eyes and their heart started racing. This was the last thing they wanted, attention.

Veda stared for a while, “No. I don't know any Peyton,” I nodded as she flipped the switches, turning the room dark and left. I lay down quietly, thinking about who Peyton could be. Just as I was about to lapse into some restless sleep, the door creaked open again. I looked up to find a big frame walking towards me. Freddy. “Hi, baby” he said The mattress sank as he got on it and pulled me closer, kissing my hair. I leaned into him, grateful for his affection. I had been so affected by thoughts of Birdie, and now all I needed was some love.

Freya grins widely, tapping on her temple. “What will I do without you?” She's honestly my guardian angel at this point. “Crash and burn spectacularly.” She giggles. “I'm gonna let that slide cause I'm in a good mood.” “But you know it's truee.” she sings, swaying her body side to side. “Alright Freya let's get to work.” “Yes ma'am,” my best friend playfully salutes. “Operation kick James's dusty ass out of here is a roll.” “And operation make my father eat his words back too.” I grin like a Cheshire cat.

Freya "I am Freya Collins, an 18-year-old she-wolf from the Midnight Pack. The pack remained unaware of my wolf existence as I lacked a discernible scent, and I had no intention of revealing this aspect to them. Raised by my adoptive parents, Dad Lucas and Mom Rica, both esteemed pack warriors, I've been showered with love and support. Unbeknownst to the rest of the pack, my adoptive parents have been training me since childhood.

"Emma, I saw the video of Hunter fighting last night. What happened? Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine, Freddie. And don't ask me to go to the Aftershock auditions today. I am not feeling well." Freddie, of all people, understands teen parties. He practically encourages me to attend them for fame, followers, and friends. The three 'Fs' I am supposed to care about. Freddie never thinks about the fourth 'F' for fuck. As in, I don't give a fuck today, Freddie. "Okay, I will let Model Perfect know you aren't feeling well. What are we sick with today?"

she scoffs. I open the note: Recordings deleted. No matter what. Keep calm. Z. That’s how I know his name. Zackary is Freddie’s friend. The friend who had been giving Freddie all the vital information about Clayton. I stared at Lacie and covered the microphone on my shirt. “Zackary is an ally. He’s trying to help.” I said, showing her his note.

I just want this to be over and done with, maybe when I die all these pain will go. I heard mocking laughter above my head and looked up only to see Freya. Freya is the daughter of the current beta and soon to be Luna. She's everything I am not- beautiful blue eyes with shiny blonde hair, killer body, glowing skin, strong and extremely wicked. She stood there with her minions looking at me with pity? I couldn't quite place what that emotion in her eye is. She laughed all of a sudden and kicked me in the stomach. She pulled my hair and slapped me making me fall back on the floor.