Withered Golden Freddy Novels & Stories

She feels so embarrassed while thinking those days she called him 'Dad' with a force smile on her face. "Why you say," Fredd repeated. He looked down and smiled sincerely, as if he's thinking of something beautiful. His eyes sparkle but it's not as shiny as diamond, but as delicate as tears under the moonlight. Wonwoo has been with Fredd since he was young. He is his son so that's given. Therefore, Wonwoo is the only one who can count how many times he saw such sad expression on Fredd's face. He had two guesses behind that grimace; whether Fredd is thinking about his dead mom or he is reminiscing those days he had with dead friend. Wonwoo doesn't know anything about Celine's mom, Freea. Yet

Ten days before the wedding, my fiancée spent over a hundred million to buy Marcus Collins a luxury yacht. So, I silently threw away the matching rings I had once planned to give her. Seven days before the wedding, she spent 50 million dollars to celebrate Marcus' birthday. Thus, I set fire to the photo album that held every memory of our past. Three days before the wedding, she wore the ring I had used to propose, and she kissed him deeply by the sea. Today, I finally chose to step aside. I notified our families and friends that the wedding was canceled, and I personally returned the engagement tokens to the Yardley family. Lowering my head, I said softly, "Mr. and Mrs. Yardley…I've al

He looked at me in horror, inching as much as he could to try to get to me, but the silver just ripped at his flesh more and he yelled out in pain, the sound bringing tears to my eyes as I whimpered for him. “Make it stop,” I begged Fredrick, still trying to get out of his grip, “Please make it stop.” “Aw you’re so cute when you’re begging, pet,” He mumbled, the smirk on his face pressing into my hair as he began to use one finger to play with it.

Veyrix exploded into a thousand shards of shadow. And then— The world went silent. Freya fell. Her body, glowing faintly, drifted down like a falling star. I ran toward her, pushing through ash and broken earth. I caught her before she hit the ground. “Freya,” I whispered, kneeling. She was smaller now. Her Godwolf power was fading. Her eyes, no longer glowing, blinked up at me. Her body trembled in my arms. “It’s done,” she said, voice soft. “He’s gone.”

The vampire suddenly grabbed Freeda and carried her. "Freeda is the reason why you're all destroyed, but she's also the key to getting you justice," Klyde said, he disappeared again and bring Freeda with him and there the werewolves were angry at what the vampire had done.

Her usual happy aura was now dimmed and more sickly. “Eladia. Look at me please.” I asked more strongly this time. Her fragile body trembled as her head slowly rose. When her face fully came into view, I felt my heartbeat speed up. Blue and purple markings covered her face and the red slit in her lip told me it had been busted. My skin lit up with the burning urge to kill the individual capable to do this to such an innocent person such as Eladia. I've seen too much of it out in the village and I won't tolerate it with someone I care for.

Frederick had developed a deep grudge against Lucas. Lucas felt irritated as it was White Doll who had injured Eren, and not him. He raised his finger, and a golden light enveloped it. "Swoosh!" The sound of the wind blowing was heard, and a golden beam pierced Frederick's leg. Consequently, an enormous hole was formed in it. Frederick was terrified as a cold sensation coursed through him from his toes all the way up to his head. All the rage he had had vanished. "A Grade SSS Genetic Fighter?" Frederick stared at Lucas.

"Eyes on me. Just breathe." Freya’s silver hair was a wild, damp halo across the pillows, strands clinging to her forehead and throat. Her skin, usually pale and ethereal, was flushed a deep, feverish crimson. When she opened her eyes, they were no longer silver; they were twin suns of molten gold, glowing with a terrifying brilliance that lit up the darkened corners of the room. "It... it burns, Ragnar," she gasped, her voice raw and frayed. "The fire... it wants out."

She bit down on her lower lip until the metallic taste of blood touched her tongue. “Please,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Let me go. I don’t belong to Northridge anymore. I’m not your breeder. I just want to live in peace—” “Peace?” His voice cut through her plea like a blade. He finally turned his head, his eyes glowing faintly red, his wolf pressing just beneath the surface. “Do you think it’s so easy, Freya? To walk away from your fate? To disappear into a world that isn’t yours?”

After just two seconds, Frederick froze and muttered to himself, "Is this really a living body? The entire thing...is rotting away!" The organs had completely rotted! The fact the old warrior had held on this long was a testament to his incredible willpower. "If only I had arrived ten minutes earlier, perhaps there would have been a chance," Frederick said with some frustration as he discarded the silver needles. "It's hopeless now." He could pull someone back from the brink of death, but only if they were just one foot in the grave. This man, however, had his entire body submerged in it! It was impossible to pull him back to life.