Cece Frey Wikipedia Novels & Stories

If Nyos was slender, thin, with little muscle (ideal for a gymnast) and dressed in light and elegant clothing; Frey was the opposite, his body constitution was massive in comparison, he was about 2.20 meters tall and although he was not visible, his body seemed to overflow with muscles. The most noticeable thing about Frey was his equipment. On his body was jet black plate armor with silver edges at the plate joints.

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she answered, spitting the words into the prince’s face despite the terror gleaming deep in her pupils. Cedrik felt a twisted surge of admiration. He tightened his grip on her wrists, feeling her racing pulse beneath his fingers—an undeniable proof that, though she defied him, her body recognized the predator that had cornered her. Freya’s resistance was not merely physical; it was an affront to his lineage, his Alpha status, and the war he led. Yet the more she fought, the more he felt the need to have her under his control—not as another corpse among many, but as something he needed to unravel, possess, and eventually dominate.

“Is there something else I need to know?” “Yes, I haven't mentioned why witches are on the run and getting killed,” she murmured with a rather horrified look. “We are running from the Reaper.” She exhaled deeply. “Reaper? What does that have to do with this?” I questioned. “The Reaper hunts and haunts witches. If I'm correct, Frey is a witch.” “What? What do you mean, she's a witch?” This even gets more and more complicated. “The coven witches can bring more clarity to our situation.”

Kyro keeps his silence for a long moment, and my words slip without my knowledge. "You follow her because it isn't survival you seek; it's death," I breathe, his evil eyes burning through mine. I'm not intimidated by it, as I bore my gaze through his with equal determination. "Who/what is she?" Kyro pauses, keeping his silence as his gaze impairs mine, searching for something, but I don't know what? "Freya is a Fae… wielding two elements," a suffocating air of shock hangs over us. What the fuck shit...?

But upon closer look, it was indeed Frey, the High Priest. Frey had been captured—and I hadn’t heard a word about it. As I was still puzzled, Hod leaned close and whispered, “I captured him myself. No one knows.” Frey’s gem-like eyes shimmered. He parted his finely shaped lips and spoke softly: “Prince Hod, has my existence truly caused you such sorrow that you would confine me to a place like this, never to see the light of day?” Hearing his overly sentimental tone, I nearly slid down to the ground against the iron bars—Frey had always spoken in an oddly flirtatious and exaggerated way, but it seemed he had only grown worse.

Freya It worked, we were actually free and one of the bastards was dead to boot, sure I was a little disappointed that it wasn’t me ripping his throat out, but Cali seemed to be on a mission and let’s face it, there was no way I was getting close enough to her to challenge her. Whatever the fuck she was, it was crazy, and I felt myself becoming jealous of another wolf for just about the first time in my life. Like I seriously want flames, so fucking cool. Movement out of the corner of my eye had the hair standing up on the back of my neck and I pounced before I even took it in, shielding Cali while she had her ‘Oh fuck I just killed someone’ moment. But the sight before me stopped me dead.

“Why?” “Just curious,” Oskar replied. “Are you into sports?” “Generally, I’m athletic. I swim and run. I know tennis and golf, but I don’t practice religiously,” Freya answered casually. “What course did you take?” Leon inquired. “Marketing was my foundation, Jewelry Design was my passion—and I wrapped up my Business Master’s while leading design at ADLEY & Co. Busy year,” Freya answered. There was silence in the air until Milo cleared his throat. He leaned in and asked, “Freya, have you ever… started a war?”

she said proudly, causing Tiffany to laugh. Freya Meyer was one of Tiffany's best friends. She was a very short girl with short blonde hair that she usually let roam freely in curls around her face. Her strong spirit and determination allowed her to become the student body president when she ran for it last year, and Tiffany had ended up as her assistant. Freya was also transgender, and so it hadn't been easy. Even now some people sent disgusted looks at her as they passsed, some going so far as to call her 'Fred', which was the name she used to go by. Freya was already accomplished at ignoring these types of people and pretended as if she couldn't see or hear them, but Tiffany still sent de