Shadow Freddy Novels & Stories

“I think I passed out and when I came around I saw 416 break his arm chains free. Jacob stabbed him with a needle but whatever he gave him didn’t take effect fast enough. I think he’s dead! I think that thing killed him before it collapsed to the floor.” God forgive me, she silently prayed as her mouth closed. The security guards grabbed for their Taser guns, one of them fumbling to press in a code to get the doors open, and then they rushed inside 416’s cell. The door sealed behind them. Another security team arrived, along with some of the medical staff. It was Dr. Brennor who treated her in one of the employee rooms. He looked grim as he cleaned her mouth. “You’ll be fine.” She nodded. “W

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

Like she was able to even comprehend the enormity of it all. “Let go and step back from the gutter, Miss Pierce,” “For fucks sake! It’s Mrs. Carmichael!” She tugged a little harder. “Unless you want to spend the night in jail, I’d suggest you let go,” “Then arrest me, you moron!” She threw all her weight back with him, blood freezing as the officer’s legs buckled and he tumbled to the pavement on top of her. Bradley had almost ruined it all. Had she succeeded? The thin man had a knee on her back now, her cheek pressed flush to the rough drive. Something cool had clicked around her wrists. Handcuffs. Blue sighed in relief.

he snakes his tongue in excitement as he wriggles his fingers on his handgun “No he’s not, you trigger-happy bastard. Anyways, it’s not weird. There are people blessed with the gift of controlling shadows. I believe they call themselves Shadow” “Interesting. I can’t believe such amazing people exist” he giggles Shane lights another cigarette “They are far from amazing. Back when I was a teen, I took up a job offer to kill a pregnant woman. It should be an easy job I thought but she could control Shadows” he blows out smoke

I don’t care what happens to me and wait as Freddy steps out from the shadows with a smirk on his lips. Holy shit. I hate to admit it, but the hybrid looks gorgeous in the orange light cast from my bedside lamp with his unruly blonde hair and rolled-up sleeves. He has a body toned to perfection with a rugged face fit for an outlaw, yet his eyes remain gentle and patient despite my disrespect. I hold my breath when Freddie slides off his boots and saunters closer with an animalistic grace. His lips twitch when he kneels in front of me and whispers, “Shall I make you forget about your sorrows for a while?”

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.

“You must be out of your mind.” “I’ve been eagerly anticipating this moment—to return to this place.” Frederick stared out at the water, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. His body was covered in a multitude of tattoos, leaving no space untouched. He served as a front-line soldier and held a beta position in my brother’s ranks. He had launched a surprise attack on Gray, completely unaware of his true abilities. Frederick reveled in the adrenaline of risky situations, seeking out thrills and excitement, while I remained content with my ordinary life.

A branch snapped somewhere to his right, and he whipped around, his gun already in his hands. “Take it easy,” a familiar voice said. Freddy stepped out from between the trees, his hands raised in surrender. He wore a black leather jacket and jeans. On his feet, he had on a pair of heavy biker boots, and on his head, he wore a black beanie. Other than his pale complexion, he blended in with the surrounding darkness. “You should be more careful,” Jack said, holstering his weapon. “I could have shot you.” Freddy laughed. “I’ve been trailing you for miles. I could have shot you.”

Since the police had already proven they had no intention of helping, she was on her own. Her new plan was simple. Find Amber and get them both out undetected. She had no delusions of grandeur. It wasn’t like she was She-Man the Warrior Woman. She tipped the scale at a whopping one hundred and forty pounds—much of it muscle, she told herself firmly—and she had no chance of taking on a werewolf, though she had come prepared, just in case.

"Strip," I froze after hearing what the devil himself said. I didn't know what to or what to say. He smirked, pleased by my weak and vulnerable state. I hugged myself tighter, afraid. How to escape? What kind of sick joke is this? I raised my shaking eyes, daring for the first time to meet his fixing gaze. He stood there in all his glory, waiting for me to submit to his sinful demand. A tear slipped down my face, looking at the door, hoping, praying someone would come and save me from this shameless man in front of me.