Ignited Shadow Freddy Novels & Stories

Before I knew what I was doing, I was on my feet. “NO!” I shouted but my voice wasn't enough to stop the flames from consuming her entire petite frame. Her skin had turned a charcoal color as the life in her eyes ceased. A hand gripped at mine, no doubt Cassius, but I tore free. The entire arena turned to me and without thinking I hurtled towards the little girl's body, allowing my feet to carry me since my adrenaline had officially taken over. Gasps left the bodies of people I passed but I overlooked them altogether and made my way towards the middle of the arena. Only to be stopped by a giant fireball heading in my direction.

I was breathing heavily now, hips rocking against my hand. ShadowHunter88: Good girl. I’d slap your face while I fuck you. Call you my dirty cumslut. I’d make you cum so many times you can’t remember your own name. Then I’d flip you over and fuck your throat until tears run down your face. Me: God yes. I want to be used like that. I want my pussy sore tomorrow. Spank me hard. Choke me until I almost pass out. Make me your filthy little toy. ShadowHunter88: Fuck, you’re making my cock throb. I’d tie your hands behind your back and fuck you senseless. Pound that pussy until you’re creaming all over my cock. I want to feel you squirt while I’m choking you.

Then the shadows crept in through the windows all around us, thin dark tendrils sliding across the floor like they had a mind of their own, reaching for the walls, for the doors, reaching straight for us. "Ethan, look out!" Freya shouted, grabbing my arm and pulling me back a step. I spun around just in time to see one of the tendrils move toward the desk where the phone still sat, dead and silent. It shattered the second the shadow touched it, black smoke rising from the broken pieces like something was laughing at us. "They knew," Freya said, moving toward the door, her eyes wide with fear. "They knew we were about to find out the truth, and they cut her off before she could tell us."

“Don’t you leave me.” The bond flickered like a dying flame. I felt the Shadow pressing in, whispering. Let him go. He chains you. With me, you would never bleed for love again. “Shut up!” I snarled, tears burning my eyes. And then I did what I had sworn I never would. I poured the Harbinger fire into him. It surged from my palms, flooding into the wound. His body arched, a strangled cry tearing from his throat. Golden light burst beneath his skin, mingling with mine, twisting, burning.

His heart boiled with hatred, but he was powerless. At that moment, a shadow shot into the sky from the west wing, bringing with it a bone-chilling cold. "Huh?" Gideon's face changed. That shadow looked familiar. "Hellrend Severance Technique!" Gideon remembered this move. It was the same move those thugs had used on Elara back at Bandit's Hollow. He never thought Freddie would pull the same stunt. "You're asking for it!" Gideon roared furiously. A violent wind surged as he rushed toward the west wing.

He yanked it off and, his fingers shaking uncontrollably, tossed it into the flames. The coat ignited instantly, the fire roaring to life. For a brief, flickering moment, Leon dared to hope. The shadow’s tattered clothing began to mend, becoming whole in the fiery glow. But the figure didn’t vanish. Instead, it stood there unmoved, raising its hand once more in that same unmistakable gesture of demand. Leon’s knees nearly gave way as despair engulfed him. “You want more?” he muttered, his voice cracking with hopelessness. Grinding his teeth, Leon unbuckled his waistcoat and threw it into the flames. For a fleeting moment, the shadow seemed slightly appeased, but it still didn’t vanish. Inste

His body trembled, caught between two forces. He turned his head—saw Elia. “Elia…” His voice cracked, pained, but his lips curled into something almost like a smile. Then—the darkness struck back. Magnus convulsed violently, his body arching. A massive shadow burst from his back, swirling, writhing— “GET BACK!” Derek roared. Frederick grabbed Elia, pulling her toward the door just as the shadow lunged—a monstrous, clawed hand reaching to consume them all.

Despite that, he still said confidently, "Frederick, your threats won't work on us. Jennifer's life is in our hands. We can easily kill her the moment you make a move! If you've got the guts, then let's all die together!" At this statement, Frederick fell silent. A few seconds later, he clenched his fists. His eyes were bloodshot as he demanded, "Will you release her if I cripple myself?" "Don't worry, the Smiths are a prestigious family in Aston. We keep our word," Shane assured, patting his chest. "Fine!" Frederick made a decisive decision. With a thunderous roar, he immediately crippled his own hands and feet. His actions also shattered his spiritual center, where his power came from. Blo

They didn’t grow past those struggles and conflicts simply to bend over and die. Their actions and their lives had meaning - nothing and no-one could take that away from them. Arcs of purple energies lashed at Freya’s body and slowly converted her into shadow. They lashed at her physical self and tore it apart wherever they fell. Each time they struck her painfully, they left ink-black gashes on her body. Those shadowy scars seeped deep into her skin, sunk down into her muscle, and bit right into her bone with excruciating pain.

She told him. He rubbed his head against her little body. “Promise?” he asked her. “Yes, I promise.” She told him and patted his big head again. Freya looked at him, shocked. She couldn’t believe what her eyes were seeing. The scary and coldhearted Alpha of Midnight pack was acting like a fluffy puppy. “Is he the same Shadow I know?” Freya asked her brother, who was looking at Shadow, pissed. “Apparently.” Ryan told her in an annoyed tone.