Shadow Freddy Novels & Stories

"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.

Frederick's heightened senses kicked in, and he instinctively reacted, tilting his head back just enough to avoid the powerful grasp. The unexpected display of speed left Frederick stunned. He scrambled back two steps, eyes dropping to his chest. Five angry red marks marred his clothes, a testament to the raw power behind Mr. Faith's strike. However, Mr. Faith's smile remained warm. "Impressive reflexes, young man." The swift move hadn't been a malicious one, but rather a test. Someone harboring such potent killing intent wouldn't be an ordinary soul. As Mr. Faith suspected, Frederick's skills were indeed extraordinary, marking him as a rare talent. However, this very talent, coupled with th

she apologized, as she heaved a sigh of relief amidst fear. Pissed off again. She querried within her confused mind as she soon drove off south ridge road down town escaping from Bob Joker. Freya really need to run away from town because she could easily predict every step of revenge of the monstrous drug dealer, he would definitely continue to hunt for her until he gets rid off the evidence against him. Indeed, she could aptly regard him as a monster dwelling amongst men; perhaps he is capable to wrought worse evil than the devil sometimes.

“He’s doing well. They were supposed to release him sometime today, but Alyssa will be in there until Monday at the earliest. Nate has been working hard on making sure she’s got a safe place to come home to.” “What about the creepy uncle?” Freddy asked. “Nobody has seen him since he fled the hospital the night of the accident. Scott thinks that he’s hiding out now that he knows the FBI are providing Alyssa round-the-clock protection. Pushing up the sleeves of his Henley shirt, Freddy inadvertently exposed more of his tattooed arms. “Is that a new tattoo?” Kim asked. Freddy blushed. For a man that rode a motorcycle, was covered in ink, and swore like a sailor. It was hard to picture anything

No, he felt reasonably sure that he wasn’t gay. He sighed. He needed sleep, but the fear of the looming unknown of his life (and the known of his nightmares) kept him awake. There was a good chance he’d be released tomorrow and he had no idea what he’d be walking into. He had a permanent address, according to his driver’s license, where he would go tomorrow, but all efforts from law enforcement to find any family members had failed. Officer’s had also gone to his apartment, which was apparently devoid of any living thing. The neighbors recognized his name and face, but none of them considered themselves close enough to visit him in the hospital.

"Seek any trace of her, a drop of blood, a strand of hair, anything. Bring me proof of where she is." Now, Shade circled back towards me, landing on my outstretched arm. I noticed with a surge of excitement that his sharp beak was stained with what looked like fresh blood. "You found her!" I exclaimed, hardly daring to believe it. "Freya's alive!" The bird cawed softly and bobbed his head. Relief crashed over me like a wave. Shade was no ordinary raven - he was uncannily intelligent and perceptive, able to track and spy like no other creature. If anyone could locate Freya, it was him.

"My little brother was sick, and we were drowning in debt. Wade came to me with a deal. If I framed you, I'd get the cash to pay off our debts and get my brother the surgery he needed. "I wasn't thinking straight, and I just..." Her words trailed off, and I walked away without looking back. Sometimes, the people one felt sorry for had done things that made them hard to like. 'She's reaping what she sowed', I thought to myself.

“Because whenever people betray you they will always be caught. They will always be on your leash. And they can work for free. Because now they fucked up their first chance. So this second chance is them trying to buy back their freedom. “Now here’s the kicker. They don’t know when they’ve bought their freedom back. You might tell them after two jobs, after ten jobs, after twenty jobs. Who knows? But it’s when the boss tells them they are free that they are free. Do you understand now?” He nodded. “Now how about you leave me and let me handle my affairs.” He bowed. Before he could leave, I stopped him. “One more thing.” He turned to me. “Have you caught wind of Freya? Your spies, have they s

Since I chose to be part of this program, I was going to do everything I could to help. I couldn't change the war-torn state of their lives, but I could teach them something useful that might change things at the root. Just as I was having the pups recite a chart of herbs, I heard soft laughter from the entrance of the shack. I looked up and saw Freddy Goldberg leaning against the doorway, his eyes curved into a smile. When he caught my gaze, he raised his eyebrows at me. I set down the herbs in my hands and walked over to him. Freddy was the Alpha heir of the powerful Blood Fang pack. He'd once pursued me openly, but I turned him down.

Rather, he laughed—a deep, terrible laugh that made my skin crawl. "This is fun," he replied, the words bursting with sinister enjoyment. "But it's time to cut the game off." Footfall sounded down the corridor, and I turned as my heart shot into my throat. From the shadows another person surfaced—a lady this time. She wore black, was tall, with sharp features and icy eyes. She seemed like someone who had seen too much, someone not hesitant to get their hands filthy. The man nodded after peering at her. "It's time," he stated just now.