Phantom Freddy Novels & Stories

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.

His laughter grew louder, causing Philo to hold his breath. Philo tried to control himself as he realized something. Freddy was not laughing at his answer. Freddy was laughing at Oscar, and he could not accept that. "It's simple, Beta Philo," Freddy said a moment later. His laughter began to fade and he wiped his tear-filled eyes. Then he took a deep breath and his face became serious as he looked at Philo. "Hand over Era and all the terror will end." *

“Come out, you bastard.” Her grip tightened, lifting him off the ground effortlessly. He thrashed, clawing at her wrist, but she held firm, strangling the life from him. “YES!” she growled, her voice laced with something ancient, something unholy. “COME OUT, THAN! SHOW YOURSELF!” The sky churned. The shadows quivered. Zander’s limbs went slack. His vision dimmed. And then— The earth cracked beneath her feet. Her balance faltered. Zander’s body crashed to the ground, gasping. A howl—deep, unearthly—split the silence.

He yelled out a spell, while cursing the woman who was right behind him, Jenny. "You traitor! You brought me here to be killed..? You'll forever regret this you bitch! What an ass hole you are, traitor! I'll deal mercilessly with you, I promise you swine!" There was a look of a scared beast on his face. The shadow moved closer, and when the final moment struck, the shadow's mouth opened up in fury. Malison turned again to Jenny as he met her gaze. The shadow became a hungry monster, showing its fist, ready for action. Malison's vampire charged up, and released the first strike, but the shadow dogged and blocked the swing. The impact of the fist was heavy. He gripped his sword and came at Mal

However, a blonde girl with sharp eyes sitting from afar spoke up, making everyone silent: "Freddy has only eaten white meat since puberty and the food he hates the most is food. English roast beef. Freddy has always had a very pleasant recollection of it.” “Deborah, can you please not mention that?” Freddy was a bit grumpy at the girl who just said that. Everyone tilted their heads to look at Deborah Kinghams - CEO of Howling Corporation. A meaningful smile suddenly appeared on Deborah's face and Freddy's looked like two wolves preparing to play.

People he didn’t want to lose and that made him vulnerable. Samson Perry wasn’t a perfect man. Hell, he was a One Hundred and Fourty three year old vampire, and in those years, he had done some things he wasn’t so proud of. But that wasn’t the point. Right now, someone was going to blow their cover simply because he couldn’t feed without murdering innocent people.

He was muscular, had a well-sculpted body with perfect abs that makes you desperately want to run your fingers through them. Vanessa's eyes almost popped out of its socket when she unconsciously saw his lower body. His Dick was HUGE and was slowly becoming erect upon her stare. Vee didn't mean to look but she couldn't help it because she was in shock. Her legs were refusing to move an inch from where she stood. Absentmindedly noticing similar features with Logan Matthews and Henry Matthews, She concluded that this was HIM. Brian fucking Matthews, the CEO of Matthews Creations, the owner of the most expensive night club in the city. She remembered a fellow staff saying that he was into real e

Pandora Being named after the one woman who unleashed the darkness and evil beings into our world just simply opening a box has never been easy, especially when I need to meet new people. They hesitate to talk to me and even look at me or towards me. I've heard rumors that I'm a witch's hybrid with a wolf, that I was cursed when I was born, and even that I was cursed because I tried to seduce the mate of a powerful witch, but none of this is true, and it also makes no sense, I never crossed the boundaries of the lands of the pack. But even if these unfounded rumors amuse me, after all, we realize how far people's imagination scans, I have my responsibilities, such as: doing my homework, afte

Several geyseys opened up, sprouting flames of gold and blood as ash filed the skies of Zandor. This was Frederick's Domain! This was the domain called Hephaestus's Forgery, and it's manifestation was as grand as the best of domains could be! "My name is Frederick," Frederick affirmed as the hammer he held was suddenly engulfed in large blue flames. These flames didn't carry with them the heat of Hades; they were more like a refining fire. And they did refine. The powerful hammer grew larger, about two times it's size, and created a large shadow over the figure of the imposter. It was only then that Frederick caught her attention, and her crazy mutterings ceased.