Danmachi Captured By Freya At The Beginning Novels & Stories

I expect that if the roles were reversed, I would be downright pissed. “If you’re up to it. Again, you don’t have to.” “I appreciate that, but I don’t mind.” I stated, the lie coming easily. I honestly couldn’t think of anything worse than having to recount my time in captivity. Without another word Damian led the way out of the room and down the stairs to the ground floor before leading me down the corridor on the left and not a room with a huge table where a group of men sat, falling silent at our entrance. “Jackson.” Damian greeting, gesturing to the man at the head of the table. “This is Freya.” He introduced.

We found notes pinned to the bodies of the fallen. We’re inside. You will never know who’s loyal. Not even your own blood. I sat alone in my chamber that night, armor off, staring at the candlelight as if it could give me answers. My ribs ached. My blade hand trembled. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying every scream, every shadow. Then came the knock. Damon entered… quiet, grim. But he wasn’t alone. Behind him… stood Freya. Alive. Bloodied. But unmistakably her.

LANCE’s POV - Upon my arrival outside the Yamamoto mansion–at Yuichi and Christine’s residence, I noticed Freya standing outside the gate, shouting and searching for Yuichi while two guards monitored her in case she engaged in any foolish behavior. I got out of the car and ran to Freya. Once I neared her, I smell a strong alcoholic drink. “Yuichi! Come out here, talk to me! I know you still have feelings for me! I feel it that I'm the one who you truly love me and not that b*tch!”

The question didn't get an answer as he snapped the giant's neck, throwing him into the starting fire. Gliding to the podium, he cut the rope, and, coughing, Freya landed into his awaiting arms. She was terrified and trembling. “I'm here now. I'm here.” “What took you so long?” she queried before losing consciousness. Dante scooped onto his shoulders and turned to leave.

After a moment, Freya spoke up, “Mr. Adrian is fighting so hard. I can’t just stand by and watch.” Her figure then flickered like a phantom, weaving gracefully through the enemies. As they struggled to fend off Adrian’s attacks, they were also forced to contend with Freya’s sudden, swift strikes. This relentless assault overwhelmed them, leaving them unable to defend effectively. In no time, most of the enemies were slain. Only the leader remained, realizing he was outmatched and attempting to flee. At that moment, Adrian smiled slightly. “Trying to run? Not so fast!” He gestured, and an invisible force shot out from his hand. This force captured the leader, and with a pull, the leader was u

I couldn't hear his reply, but Damien then said, “You can come back to the house now, bring Tristan and the others.” I think Evan then must have asked if I was okay, because Damien then said, “they managed to successfully remove the metal and gave her some blood in a drip. She's sitting next to me downstairs and her wound is almost healed, it's miraculous,” he sounded so happy, and his face was full of pride, as he listened to Evan on the other end of the phone. He then replied, “Freya ascended, and then threatened to rip out the hearts of anyone that wanted to touch Tristan or the others, she said she'd serve the hunters hearts to the wolves for their dinner.”

Freya and Matteo maintained their unwavering proximity to Alec, a united front against the impending confrontation. Suddenly, Freya underwent a startling transformation, shifting seamlessly into her wolf form. This change spurred Matteo to follow suit, understanding that Freya's heightened instincts had detected an imminent threat. Freya bolted past Alec and lunged at a rogue Lycan, her powerful jaws clamping around his neck, compelling him to release his hold on Camilla's hair. With lightning speed, Matteo engaged another rogue, his movements fluid and deliberate. Alec, meanwhile, rushed to Camilla's side, his eyes filled with an intense mixture of relief and love.

Letting the glamour fade, I gaze into my daughter's eyes before uttering, "Run and don't look back." "Lily, no, I won't leave him!" Freya screams, fighting her mate who continues to pull her towards the forest. I turn to face Dagon and his men, my body jerks and I groan when another arrow hits me in the stomach. Dagon's eyes widen when he realizes that I'm not James, he lowers his bow and runs at me.

She turned around, seeing as Freya was nowhere within her peripheral and what she saw was her teammate battling with two people from other teams. And Freya had the upper hand. Of course she would. Alana smirked. She was the proud princess of Thaymor, gifted in combat and assassination. She watched as Freya ended the fight by pushing her sword deep into one of the enemies and using the other sword in her hand to slit the throat of the other. Alana sighed and then approached. “You killed them.” Freya was busy cleaning her sword with the cloths of the people she just conquered. She stood upright and shook her head.

“NO” I screamed panic had truly overtaken me and I was unable to tap into what little power I had rediscovered. Aamon smiled warmly at me, dropping Cindy to the ground she made a sick thud and stopped moving. I could see fresh blood coming out of her head. Aamon began approaching me slowly, his fangs fully extended with a look of pleasure on his face. “Ah, beautiful lovely Freya. How I have been longing for this moment.” I started to back away but I tripped and fell onto my butt. Aamon reached me, stroking my hair back behind my ears.