Danmachi Captured By Freya At The Beginning Novels & Stories

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.

If the other factions wanted to join, I knew it wouldn’t take too long to turn them. “What the fuck have you done to my faction, Freya?” Amelia screamed from the backdoor. I could hear her ascend, and then the air rush around her body as she flew towards me. I held my hand behind me and formed a small fireball. As she shifted from left to right in the air, I closed my eyes, and by sound, only I could follow her body as it moved. “You know what happened last time, Amelia. This time, I won't be so restrained.”

Chapter 7 Freya's POV The satisfaction blossomed in my eyes as he drew his hands back, the crimson blood a tell tale sign of how well my knife had met his mark. I gripped onto the knife sharply, preparing for the attack I expected to come. If I was going to die, I knew I was going to be taking one of these bastards with me. But the war did not come. None of them took a step closer to me, or made to curtail my weapon.

As the guard disappeared into thin air, Freya became anxious being all alone. She didn't know what exactly to expect, but being aware that it was hell, she knew very well to expect hideous creatures. As she was about to move forward, a hand suddenly held her back and she looked back to know who had held her. It was a man burning in hell. She didn't notice that there was another window close to her, and it was really unexpected for someone to grab her. In fact, she didn't know that could happen.

As if on cue, Karen moved her head and her eyes landed in Freya's direction. Freya composed her subconscious and ordered her maids to wait and not follow her. Then she walked forward and stopped, adapting a princess stance and watching the men with interest, like she didn't notice Karen was there. The men were so engrossed in their fight that they didn't notice Freya's presence at all. As expected, general Karen walked over to Freya after some seconds and paused, watching the men in silence. Finally, Freya moved her head and her eyes widened when she saw Karen standing with her. “Oh! I totally didn't see you there. My apolo—”

What he was surprised by was the way I took him by the arms and his middle, flipping him easily onto his back. I wanted to rejoice, or brag, or something, but as Ragnar had warned me, Fynn was rolling onto his side to start lashing out at me. Leaping into action, I dove for him, trying to get him pinned. Fynn was obviously anticipating my move, snatching my wrists up. I yanked one wrist free and wove my leg through his, flipping him fully onto his back. Fynn made a face, twisting one hand as I attempted to pin it over his head. A vine shot up from the ground, wrapping around my ankle.