Nightmare Fredbear Novels & Stories

Jess had already hated night, but now she feared and hated them, she couldn’t sleep, sure that ever noise she heard was the arrival of the monster. Xavier had hidden his interaction with the human, by only visiting her at night and making sure to wash up after visiting the cells. When Sarah had eventually caught him, he thought that he was done for, but he was an Alpha, he simply just ordered her to not mention anything to anyone, that included the other alphas. So, with nothing in his way, he kept on terrorizing his mate. Making her cry didn’t affect him the more he did it either and soon he was Jess’s biggest fear down in the cells.

Elder Fred says like he is in his right mind. “You will not get away with this. Adam will find you and destroy you,” I scream at him dragging my feet as he pulls me along. The SUV is almost here. I can see the warriors moving around Elder Fred and I am trying my best to help them by fighting him all the way. “He will not do anything. Once we kill you, he will be ruined. It is only a matter of time, and he will kill himself from the loss,” Elder Fred says with laughter.

It wasn't on the drink board, but somehow, he had found it for me. Cruz nodded toward my drink. "So, what's going on?" I let out a deep breath. "I don't want to talk about it." "Clearly." He took a sip of his beer and set it on the counter. "So, what's going on?" I chuckled. "You won't take no for an answer. Will you?" Robert pulled his beat-up baseball bat out from behind the counter. Obviously, he had no clue that we were wolf-shifters. I held up my hand. "It's okay, Robert. He's my friend."

Angel leaned on Amber's shoulder and cried softly. Suddenly, Fred moved his finger and the machine beside him beeped, he had regained consciousness

Chapter 14. Angela has a dream where she's tied to a tree surrounded by blue water, she looks down at the water but she sees a different person as her reflection, a more powerful and stronger female that looks like her, but she could swear it wasn't her. Her reflection looked more lively, happy , chubby and refreshed. She paused for a second to notice if anything would happen to her reflection, but it was still there staring right in the face. Angela became even more scared, because she had never seen such a thing before. How can a reflection or shadow be more healthier than the person who owns the reflection?

Now that they had run into a money tree like Francis, they were going to take him away. Francis was shocked. The three of them were still planning to kill Frederick and kidnap him even after he paid them. How perverse! Frederick suddenly appeared in front of Steve like a ghost. His speed stunned Steve, who took a step back fearfully. "H-How did you move so quickly? Are you a human or a ghost?" Frederick smiled. "I'm human. The one that's a ghost is behind you." Frederick made several weird gestures and muttered, "Angry spirits roaming the earth, come forth and seek vengeance. I, Frederick, will aid you, but you must return to the afterlife once you're done."

"Y-You're shameless, Noelle!" He tried to hit me, but Ronald sent him sprawling away with a kick. "Don't insult her! She's mine, and she's far better than most people can say about themselves! I was just at the club to see what model work was like, and you think I'm a cheating bastard like you? Don't make me laugh!" He spat, "Go home, old man. Your baby's diaper needs changing. Jesus, you smell like shit." Ronald wrapped an arm around me and left triumphantly. Samuel was behind us, shivering and bent on the ground, unable to get up.

he said, not failing to sneak me a wink while Nova just grinned from ear to ear. Way to be subtle. Very smooth, I thought, rolling my eyes. “Let me come with,” Eli said, starting to get up, but I tugged him back down. “And leave me here alone?” I whined, and he raised a brow. “You can come with us then, Arnold,” he teased with a smile. I shook my head sharply. “I’m… scared of zombies. Yeah, that.” He gave a small chuckle, shaking his head. “A man this big scared of those things,” he muttered as he settled back properly.

That would be a fitting end to a silly girl in one of Grimm’s fairy tales. Something moves in the corner of my vision, and I look to see shadows moving through the trees. Fred releases me and pulls the bolt back on his rifle. Without a word, he takes aim and fires. The crack of the shot assaults my ears and rings out through the night, echoing off the trees like some terrible laugh. A trunk shatters, and the shadows of the predators vanish into the darkness. Again, Fred takes hold of my arm in his vise-like grip. “You should just let them eat me…” I mutter.

Yawning, I take a drink of water from the night stand, before getting in bed and pulling up the covers. Just as I close my eyes, I hear a familiar scratching noise from the closet. Opening them, I bolt up in bed. Bubba, my fearless monster slayer is laying on the floor comatose, but he hears it too and jumps up. I notice that his ears are perked up and he cocks his head as he tries to hear something over by the closet.