Withered Freddy Novels & Stories

Why does his bite feel so good when it should hurt? ‘It’s the toxins in my bite,’ Freddy replies through telepathy and continues to drink for me. ‘Sorry for entering your mind, but your blood pushes my powers through the roof. I feel insanely powerful, but I can’t stay. I’m going to leave you now. So farewell but not goodbye.’ My eyes snap open. “Wait!” I shout, but Freddy has already spat out my arm and is currently melting into a dark spot on the floor. He is rapidly sinking into darkness, smiling when he realizes my terrified expression.

" The threat worked like a charm. Charlotte flinched, then shoved bread into her mouth as fast as she could. She ended up choking, her face flushing bright red. "Useless fool!" Sabrina snapped, her brows drawing tighter in disgust. She didn't even look at Charlotte. "You're pathetic, just like that mom of yours!"

“A little? That’s –58 °F! It can kill someone! They wouldn’t even be able to shut their eyes from the cold!” With a wave of his arm, he said to the butler, “Lower the freezer’s temperature to –148 °F and lock this trash inside!” “But she’ll die!” The butler tried to stop him. “Ha! How could she possibly die?” With bloodshot eyes, William said, “Didn’t she just say that she just lowered the temperature a little? I’m just giving her a taste of her own medicine.” The butler told the bodyguards to drag the maid away. William was still fuming. He dragged the maid into the freezer himself and shut the door.

The air stank of mildew and dried blood, clawing at my throat until I gagged. The ropes cut deeper as I twisted my wrists, ignoring the burn. I had to get free. I had to fight. My twins needed me! At last, the fibers loosened just enough. I yanked my arms free. “What the—?!” one shouted, storming toward me. I didn’t think. My foot shot out, slamming into his groin. He dropped with a howl. Another lunged at me, but I ducked, ramming my shoulder into his gut and sending him sprawling.

"My father is very rich. But I warn you, you won't get away with it." Fredy snorted and turned to me. "You! Take good care of that kid. Cook and buy him new clothes to keep him comfortable. We can make a lot of money from him, so don't let him get scratched, dirty, and hungry." I nodded, and Fredy handed me a credit card. "Go to the supermarket and do a little shopping. Don't stay long, and be back soon. I have to go again." I know what kind of man Fredy is. He's a cruel man who won't hesitate to kill to get what he wants, and even though I'm afraid of him, I don't want to continue giving in to his demands.

Freddie sent out another hoot of laughter. “Dignity? Boy, what man wouldn’t love to have all the pretty ladies practically throw themselves at his feet?” Freddie exclaimed between laughter and James allowed his disgust to show. None of those women really were interested in him but his pretty boy face, as Freddie put it, or his bad ass reputation.

The Warden howled and lunged forward, but it hit an invisible wall, repelled by the raw force of our unity. Freya’s voice rose to a crescendo, and then—silence. The shadows stopped. The Warden froze, its form flickering. And then, like smoke in wind, it began to unravel, screaming as it dissolved into nothing. We stood there, stunned, the clearing eerily still. Then Freya collapsed. I rushed to her side, cradling her limp form. She was breathing—but barely. Damien knelt beside me, his eyes scanning her face. “Is it done?” he whispered.

I asked worried and scared of his answer. He chuckled, and then said the words that made my whole world freeze. "STRIP OR YOU WILL FACE CONSEQUENCES."

Freya Day 19 of Captivity Tears leaked from my eyes as I sat in silence staring at the empty space across the room where Amy once sat. The smart young woman had been beaten to death over the space of six hours while the man with the long beard held my head in place so I couldn’t look away. I could still hear her screams and see her blood splatter against the wall as claws slashed through her skin. They said they were teaching us a lesson. Teaching me a lesson. We belonged to them now, and any attempt at escaping would be met with deadly force.

He pushed his face so that he could see the zombies walking around. "Do you see them? Would you rather be their species? You should be glad that the Master took pity on is and made up an Advanced - Z because I would not like to be like one of them. You would be relieved of your duties if you think you are not fortunate enough!" He pushed him away. Freddy adjusted his bartered shirt and frowned as had watched Oscar walking away, he looked for his cigarette that had fallen to the ground and picked it as he sucked in deeply before getting rid of it. Then, he started walking toward Oscar.