Danmachi Captured By Freya At The Beginning Novels & Stories

The wish to see Hera was so intense, I couldn’t return to my village. “Let’s go, Felixe.” I turned around to see Dan approaching me. My uncle, Alpha Atherton, had arranged for ambulances to take away the injured to the hospital in our village. I followed Dan, but my heart was here in Lucania. I knew I would be back soon to the enemy territory to see my mate. Whatever it would cost me, I was ready to even lay down my life, but I would surely return soon to see her. As I followed Dan, Freyr grew restless. ‘She’s in pain!’ he mind-linked with me.

She sensed me as well. I stood there waiting for Drogo's, I could feel she was close. Drogo landed on the spot I was in. Drogo using her forearms and hindlimbs she laid flat on the ground, and Freya got off her back. Freya was shocked to see me, but she had a warm smile on her face. It was really her –The Omega. Freya had no genes of the ancestral dragons, how could this happen? I couldn't believe my eyes. Freya had a shiny glow and her image was blurry, I could only see her face. Getting off Drogo her eyes met with one. " Was she the one you went to pick?" I said to Drogo using the mind link.

Sebastian suddenly grabbed her wrist and a scream came out of Evelyn's mouth. His grip was so hard that Evelyn started to feel the pain. She was now afraid of him. "Sebastian. Leave me. Ahhh. You are hurting me." When she was still trying to free her arm, he pulled her with a jerk, which caused her to fall on him. He was enjoying the fear written on her face and asked in a cold voice. "Tell me, how are you feeling? Am I scaring you? Because you'll have to play this game to know me." By saying this, he freed her arm with a jerk.

Not pulling away, pulling in. “I am whole,” she said. And she truly was and with one last burst of light, Freya dragged the Rift-Freya into herself,screaming, thrashing, resisting but it couldn’t escape. Then silence and she fell. I caught her. Her breathing shallow, her eyes dim but alive. Kade lay broken behind us, Rowan’s blade in his chest. And the Rift was closing. Freya looked at me, blood on her lips. “Did we win?” I nodded, voice breaking. “Yeah. You did.” She smiled. A real one for now atleast

Chapter 1: The Captive Queen The salty wind whipped through my long dark hair as the longship cut through the churning waves of the North Sea, its dragon-headed prow slicing the gray water like a blade through flesh. I, Freya of Wessex, once a proud shield-maiden and daughter of a fallen Saxon lord, now found myself bound in ropes of rough hemp, kneeling on the deck among other captives. The raid on our coastal village had been swift and merciless, the Northmen descending like wolves under the cover of storm clouds. My home burned behind us, but my spirit refused to break.

Damien’s head raised up to look at my definitely pissed off face and I looked directly at his bloody face with more than anger on my face just as the strange vampire behind him got back onto his feet. The forest was filled with the sounds of my best friend whimpering in pain as she struggled to fight back against her. I was on my feet chanting a spell to blast the woman away when everything just stopped. Till this day I do not think that anyone can explain the level of mastery that Freya showed as she fought back the witch. She kicked the witch and tripped her down before finally standing back up. Damien sped over to the scene and grabbed the bloody witch up by her neck . It all happened so

But before I could move, she looped the chain around her own throat and let out a piercing scream, her cries echoing off the dungeon walls. Footsteps thundered down the corridor. Within seconds, the guards and Alpha Damon burst into the dungeon. From the way it looked, it seemed as though I was the one choking Freya with the chain. Alpha Damon turned to me. He didn’t ask. He didn’t speak. He struck. His claws tore across my face, hot pain exploding as my skin split open. I stumbled back, the metallic scent of blood filling the air. Freya collapsed into his arms like a fragile thing. “I was only trying to help her,” she sobbed. “I thought she’d changed, but she’s still James’s daughter.”

“Using you as bait will cause you some pain…. Ready?” Arya nodded. “Anyhow you will do it, I just want out and safe so I won't die in your hands. And the woman she sent over, how will you capture her?” “Just the same way I captured you—” Freya retorted and stormed out of the room, locking it again. In a few seconds, she returned to the room with a rope in her hands. “Follow me!!!” she commanded after untying her. Arya did as ordered and followed her to a secluded scary building. She wanted to ask what they were here for, but that would infuriate Freya. It was quite like a graveyard due to its silence.

The dorm was chaos, filled with the heavy breathing of my pack and the low moans of the captured. Screams had turned to whimpers. Blood was a grim signature on the floor. And yet, through all of it, the one constant—the one thing I would never let anyone touch—remained intact: her blood had not been fully taken. Not completely compromised. Not fully used in the rituals they had planned. Freya’s voice cut through the slaughter, sounding almost cheerful amidst the ruin. “I’m happy we left some of them with my mum,” she said, blood dripping from her arms where the glass had grazed her.

“ “ no I can’t go back there, “ I said trembling in fear. “ And why is that“ his sound suddenly changed and I knew that was up so no good. Freya was looking left and right, it was like she was calculating the best route for us but Damien is smarter than us. “Alfie, let’s go,” Freya said and I tried to outrun him, but he ran after me. Freya also started running, but she wasn’t as fast as either of us. After running the for a while, Damien i got a hold of me and pushed me to the ground, to shop close and through my face painfully, I screamed and when I had my voice, she suddenly appeared to where we were. I don’t know how she did it, but I wasn’t thinking so much about it at that time.