Danmachi Captured By Freya At The Beginning Novels & Stories

He didn’t listen. “I said let her go.” His rage was blinding. This wouldn’t be settled with words. Not tonight. He charged at me, teeth bared like an animal. We fought—vicious, primal. The walls shook. My strength matched his, but mine was sharpened by purpose. I pinned him at last, his breath ragged in my grip. “One soul will be reaped tonight,” I whispered coldly. I looked over to the girl. “But it won’t be hers.”

As Felicity and her guards pressed deeper into the dense woods, their keen eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for any sign of the fallen warrior, Freya. The rustle of leaves under their boots echoed through the silence, the weight of their impending confrontation hanging heavily in the air. Finally, they arrived at the clearing where Freya lay, her body tightly bound by the branches of the ancient tree. She appeared weak, her once fierce countenance now marked with exhaustion and pain. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, each one a struggle to survive.

“She was…” At that moment, the door opened, and a low light flickered into the room. The tense face of Damian. He walked into the room, but didn’t close the door. “Master,” he bowed in respect. Elizabeth shot to her feet immediately, making Damien notice her presence. A look of surprise crossed his face, which he masked almost immediately. He took his eyes off hers, and centered it on the master. “What did you find out?” The master asked slowly. Damian looked back at her. “I met Freya. She is ok.” He said easily.

Elsa followed, her fingers already streaming code into the portable scrambler. “Mainframe firewall’s rigged to detonate,” she warned. “If we breach wrong, the whole site burns.” “Then we burn smarter,” I growled. The guards weren’t human. Roe had upgraded, flesh over synth, fast and cold. I fired first. Three dropped. Layla took the fourth with a silent flick of her blade across its throat. We cleared the west hall in silence. Until... “Damon here!” Elsa called from the far corridor. Freya, pinned beneath rubble, bleeding from her side. Her face was ash-white, lips split. She coughed, eyes barely tracking.

Her muscles ached with each step, Freya had already gotten so weak from not eating anything, but this was her last chance She hid so he won’t see her, she felt him look inside from the door wedges, he let out a hiss and a curse when he didn’t see her in the cell, and that was her sign, She tightened the chain around her hands, and even though it hurt her, she held it like a rope, the door glinted open and Dex marched in, Freya jumped on his back, using the chain to tie his neck and strangle him, “ you fucking bitch!” He rousted moving back and slamming her into the wall, Her grip on him loosened, and she reached for her dagger and drove it into his shoulder, Dex let out a mortified scream fr

She tried to kick me, but I sidestepped and used her momentum to throw her to the ground. “Enough!” Damien’s voice boomed across the room as he rushed toward us. He grabbed my arm, pulling me away from Freya. But as he held me back, Freya’s eyes darted to the sword hanging on the wall. “No!” I shouted, realizing what she was about to do. She grabbed the blade, her movements quick and determined. Before I could react, she turned and drove it into my side. “Freya, don't!” Damien stopped her, but it was too late. Blood was dripping from my stomach.

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.