Nightmare Golden 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.

After about an hour of searching, Freddie found a room that looked filled with holding cages, as wild animals that to his horror held his friends, soldiers with whom he used to train. Pale dragon shifters, barely alive, almost naked, some even mutilated and with missing limbs. Freddie felt his blood boiling with the fire of revenge at Y but he had fellows to save first, so that is what he did. He allowed Nathaniel and Gideon to open the cage doors for them and then helped them make a beeline towards the path he had taken to reach there, so he could get off of the island with the survivors he had found.

I gasped. The next second, Damon had closed the distance between us and his hand shot out, gripping Freddie by the shirt. “Damon!” I screamed, panic bubbling over. “Put him down!” He didn’t listen. His eyes turned red, red with a killer instinct I had only ever seen in his feral state, never fully unleashed. I screamed, my voice cracking, my hands reaching out as Freddie struggled under his grip. My body shook, and then my legs gave way. I collapsed to the floor, unable to stand, unable to do anything but watch.

The image of Luna Tina's body, on the floor, in a pool of blood was one of the scenes that played in my nightmares over and over again. The distressed and horrifying look on both alpha Jerry and Christina's face was etched in my mind, fuelling my nightmares. In some of my nightmares, alpha Jerry would yell at me, say all sorts of profanities to me. In one, he killed, using a sword to stab through my chest.

Her bright blue eyes shone brightly in the early hours of the morning, really confirming to me that my best friend was a Shifter. There was also an enormous wolf that was completely black if it wasn't for a few white strands. The last one had a gold color, sky blue eyes illuminating enough to let me know that one was Trysten. Spencer was standing behind all the wolves, some sort of gun in his hands. “Elana, you need to go inside. Now,” Spencer demanded, not tearing his eyes from Dimitiri's.

Thane’s claw slashed into his father’s neck. He was vibrating, almost like he couldn’t stand on his feet, and then he switched into his wolf form. Slade was quick to switch, too. But I could tell which wolf was Thane; he was bigger, bigger than any wolf I had ever seen, with pure black fur and golden eyes that glittered. I retreated until I was against the wall. Freya lay unmoving on the ground; the only sign that she was still alive was the slight movement of her chest. I reached for her, dragging her against the wall too.

Stands over me bleeding out on the floor. "I told you. I told you this is where it ends." He picks up the silver knife. "But I'm merciful. I'll make it quick." He raises the knife. Aims for my heart. This is it. This is how I die. Then Freya crashes back into the room. Half-shifted. Her wolf partially emerged. Eyes glowing gold. Feral. Desperate. Powerful beyond her training. She slams into Asher. Knocks him off his feet. The knife goes flying.

“I don’t understand why you love to be in the sky, fighting in the air, but I’ll follow your guide accordingly. Hope we will have the best experience.” Second was so polite, smiling under the mask, although his eyes watched him as if he wanted to dunk him into the ocean. “I’ll kill you!” Freddie rushed toward Second. He swung his claws. Zzzip! The gold color of the claws afterimage flew toward him. Second lifted his dagger which was soon coated with sand. The dagger transformed into a sharp sword. Swoosh! The deadly afterimage of the claws was slashed by the said sand sword. “That fucker!!!!” Freddie gnashed his teeth.

The bright light flooding into the room cast a radiant glow on my skin, pushing away the darkness. As the door swung open, the light grew brighter, enveloping me. Gray’s voice, now a distant murmur, barely reached me as I stepped into the light, hoping to escape the haunting presence of my past and the confusion of my present. ... Nereus A lot of it boiled down to pride. Frederick always hated being at the bottom of the hierarchy. He had a thing for proving himself, and he saw the slimiest, most elusive snakes as the deadliest ones. He didn't spare Bellamy any mercy, and it was the same gruesome story as with Gray. Frederick made sure Bellamy felt every second of the agony, keeping him alive

"Don't come near me!" "Don't come close!" She screamed, still trying to kick something that only she could see. She started to frantically pull her hair as those screams and cries from her nightmare still echoes at the back of her head. Her breathing was frantic, finding it hard to even breathe. Her eyes started to see only darkness around her, she can barely see light. In her eyes, her surrounding is nothing but endless darkness, and that taunting laughter haunts every piece of her. "Please don't come closer!" She hid her head in between her knees cowering in fear at one corner of the bed. Her sobs disturbing the silence of the night. Her pleas and shrieks can make one's hair rises. "Mori?