Danmachi Captured By Freya At The Beginning の小説・ストーリー

Tigreal's eyes gleamed with a mix of triumph and desperation as he prepared to deliver the final, fatal blow to end Balmond's life. But before Tigreal could make his move, a sudden movement caught his attention. Freya appeared out of nowhere, launching herself between Tigreal and Balmond, her white fur glowing with an ethereal light. Her eyes locked with Tigreal's, and for a fleeting moment, time stood still. Tigreal's claws halted mere inches from Balmond's throat, his gaze locked with Freya's. Freya's resolve surged within her, overpowering her doubts. With a defiant roar, she charged toward Tigreal, intercepting his strike aimed at Balmond. Her white fur shimmered with an otherworldly rad

He twisted her wrist behind her back, causing the dagger to fall from her hand. Then he turned with her back pressed to his chest, his soldiers already ushering her people back toward the cliff. “No!” she screamed, struggling in his hold, trying to rush forward. But it was too late. With a snap of his fingers, Ragnar ordered his men to round up her people. There was no blood. No deaths. Only defeat. Cold. Clean. Devastating. Freya stood alone, her fingers shaking, as the last of her people were taken back toward the castle.

Alden interrupted her sharply. "Why didn't you tell us?" Diana whispered. "What did you see?" "I thought this place was the safest place for you..." "Tell me what you saw Freya, before it's too late." Diana grabbed her arms and shook her. "Tell me the vision you had about this place." Freya parted her lips, unable to form a single coherent word. "Freya!" Diana yelled into her face. "What did you see?" "There... there was a battle." Freya began, her voice trembling. "You were battling with a creature..."

Freya quizzed. Hayley released Eamon from her grip, nudging him aside, she hurried to hurt her. Freya stopped her, pinning her to the floor before taking the dagger away from her and slicing through her throat. “You made a terrible mistake.” Freya said while Hayley was choking, and gasping for breath, attempting to stop her bleeding, by burying her palms on her neck, but her blood kept gushing down. Freya had forgotten Eamon was there, she turned to look for him, and was knocked out by a heavy blow of Eamon's club. She dropped to the floor while he fell on his knees, lying on the floor, he became motionless.

He knew she was crazy but didn't expect her to be the baddie. Damien clenches his teeth, holding his breath as she takes every inch till her thighs are flush with mine. “Fuck, Demian. It’s like you’re trying to break through me.” Freya. Freya, Freya. A reminder that you are still a virgin. Let me take possession of you my lady. Damien whispered as he carried her quickly. She smiled and pecked his cheek. Approved, Demian.

“I’m here on the Alpha King’s orders to investigate. From this moment, your pack will be under my command.” Everything was destroyed. Freya’s emotions overwhelmed her. She doubled over, clutching her belly in pain. Damien waved his hand, and several soldiers dragged them away. Outside the altar, a black car pulled up beside me. The door opened, and a sharp-featured, fierce-looking he-wolf stepped out. He landed a solid, controlled punch on Damien’s shoulder. “Thanks.” “Thanks? This is nothing, we’re all buddies.” Damien smiled faintly. He glanced at me, a slight blush on his face. “If you really want to thank me, how about joining me for a meal later?”

I stared at the screen, zooming in. It wasn't a random encounter. Those rogues had been lingering in the alley, as if waiting for someone. The moment Freya appeared, the leader glanced at his phone, then immediately motioned for the others to close in. They cornered her, their foul words practically palpable even through the screen. Freya was trembling, but she pulled out a knife. She was defending herself. And then, just a few minutes before she drew the knife, the camera angle switched. Vivian.

“But this was always going to happen.” The last thing Freya heard before unconsciousness dragged her under was Dylan screaming for Eros while the fortress burned around them.

Daniel, however, sat frozen, his pen still in hand, his eyes fixed on the door Freya had fled through. “What the hell just happened?” he muttered. The older of the two men chuckled softly. “Seems your assistant doesn’t like surprises.” Daniel glared at him. Muttering under his breath. “She’s not like that." --- Freya, meanwhile, sank into a chair in an empty corridor. Her hands shook uncontrollably. Memories crashed against her skull, fragments of a night she had fought so hard to bury. Those faces, etched into her memory, standing calmly amid the chaos.

I ignore him and rush upstairs but a few seconds later I hear him running behind me. There was only one huge room upstairs and Freya was bound to a bed surrounded by more than one bomb. She was half awake and when she finally opened her eyes she smiled at the both of us. Her gaze lingered on my face. "You came..." She whispered softly. I nodded eagerly trying to ensure that everything was going to be alright. I was about to take a step towards Freya but Tate stopped me. "Don't move it's a trap" he muttered quietly and right on cue a monster appeared in the room roaring at the both of us.