Shadow Freddy Novels & Stories

I saw Freddy, the man who had introduced me to the place, and wondered Was he Roxies protector now? Freddy was a very handsome man, Id give him that, and hed never had problems with women. Those brown puppy dog eyes and blond hair kept the ladies on a leash, begging to take care of him. I, on the other hand, had black hair, dark gray eyes and was so tall and broad women often found me intimidating. If the broadness had been fat, it might have softened my appearance a bit, but every inch of me was covered in muscle. I worked hard to maintain my health, and I didnt allow an ounce of fat to form on me.

Or I should say, an HQ of Clock. "Frederick started working for us when his father, Stefan MacCarthy died. To complete his unfinished businesses. He never told anyone about this. He was afraid they would hurt you if they found out that he was working for us. His father was one of the best agents we had. And now Freddy is the one who broke his father's records. Till now, I was thinking you were his weakness. But then, you did something that helped him find you. He never told me what you did. But that made me realize that he is stronger with you. You are his weakness and his strength, both at the same time." He added and I was just speechless. I had no idea where I was. Because Freddy never to

Freddy nodded and rolled up his sleeves. There were unidentifiable bruises on his skinny arms. Some of them were even bleeding. It was so harrowing that Lewis couldn't bring himself to see them. He turned away. "Are there more?" The officer's voice was tight. He was fighting his emotions. Freddy pulled down his pajamas. His chest and back were covered in bruises. There were even scorch marks from the butts of cigarettes. The officer shuddered and took a deep breath.

"What, Frankie?" "I know who he is," Frankie never turned away, kept his beady eyes on me in fear. "He's one of Odin King's most talented hitmen. I heard stories from the guys that one man would do some dangerous shit when it involved the Order. He kills without mercy, a cold-blooded killer. Our people call him Odin's Shadow. It means you don't mess with Odin because no matter how you kill him, his shadow is always there to eliminate the problem. That is why it's hard to kill a man like Odin; he's invisible and immortal because of this guy."

Leaving Bryan standing there— Heart pounding. Hands shaking. Fear crawling up his spine like ice. Outside, the rain had turned into a storm. Thunder rolled across the sky. Brandon stopped beneath the covered entrance. Water crashed against the steps. Lightning flashed. His reflection stared back at him from the glass doors. Cold. Sharp. Unforgiving. Not the man Freya softened. The man the world feared. His voice was barely audible. But the storm carried it anyway. “I’m coming for you, Freya.”

I heard Eryndor groan, and my head snapped toward him. He was still alive? Relief flickered in me, settling into my chest like a spark of hope. “You didn’t kill it?” the tall man in front of me asked, his tone light, almost curious. The smaller one—Frederick—began to shiver, his words tumbling out in a stutter. “I-I-I d-d-did, sir, it’s just maybe—” He never finished. The purple-green-eyed man moved with inhuman speed, crossing the space in a blur.

But her head spun from Dante's touch, his watch from the side heavy. Night wore on, Lorenzo sealing deals, clueless to the fire starting close. She faked smiles, body humming, wanting bad. Later, heading inside, he passed near, breath on her neck quick. "Dante," he said soft. "If you want." Dante. It hit—Lorenzo's step-brother, the mafia one with all the scary stories. Pulse went crazy. Big trouble. But his eyes promised, and she craved it. Gala far from over for her.

That meant he excelled at what he did and wasn't one to be underestimated. He could relate to that, could understand and even respect it. There was a high probability Faraday would survive this meeting, unless he did something totally stupid. Wearying of his little game, he released his shadowing abilities, allowing himself to become visible to the other male. The speed with which Faraday moved impressed him, even as he easily blocked the talons aimed at his throat and broke both of his attacker's arms.

He had believed in me, and now I had to believe in myself. The faint scrape of metal against concrete made me freeze. My pulse spiked, and instincts kicked in. I pressed my back against the wall, knife in hand. Out of the shadows emerged not a hunter, but a figure I hadn’t expected—a familiar presence, cautious, wary, yet clearly seeking something. “Silver?” the voice hissed, low and cautious. I narrowed my eyes, studying the newcomer. Jay. One of the outcasts Travis had mentioned in passing, a streetwise kind of ally, someone who operated on the fringes and knew how to survive in this unforgiving city. My grip on the knife loosened slightly.

Freya growled. “There’s one that way.” Fiona pointed and Freya increased their speed, gunning for the location and soon enough, the male did appear. She was ready. She threw a net of her Shadow magic at him and while he reared back, Freya struck his heart deep with her magic. He staggered back and she knew that that would have barely stopped him. No, it was only going to slow him down but that was all she needed to make her escape.