Danmachi Captured By Freya At The Beginning Novels & Stories

But Athena recovered fast, ramming her shoulder into Freya’s stomach and knocking her back again. Freya kicked her off and stood, panting, blood trickling from a scrape on her lip. Athena charged again. This time, Freya was ready. She ducked, grabbed Athena’s arm, and flipped her over her back. But Athena was stronger than she remembered. She landed and sprang up immediately, claws out. She slashed Freya’s shoulder, tearing skin. Freya cried out but didn’t fall. She spun, elbowing Athena in the face. The sound of the impact cracked through the air.

I don't want something like that to happen. After what seemed like hours but was only a few minutes, Freya walked out of the house they had both walked into, and she walked up to me with a smirk on her face. "I will continue from where I stopped," I heard her say, and I felt my body freeze with shock, not knowing what to do. Freya collected the sword from the guard. I knew that there was no way I was cheating death this time, and with that, I closed my eyes, waiting impatiently for her to kill me.

Samael Wulf I'd just told Freya that I loved her. She stood in front of me with her mouth wide open in pure shock. The color drained out of her face, and before I had a chance to say anything else, she grabbed her bra, got dressed and sprinted towards the door. I managed to grab a hold of her arm and spin her around to face me. “Freya, say something,” I begged her. She looked up at me while snatching her arm out of my grip.

Then, he hands the pen back and says, “It is finished. Please, stop killing my people.” Through the mind-link, I say, “The battle is over. We have won. Bring out our dead and wounded, and let us return to Caldara.” Immediately, my warriors stop their attack. Every single one of them obeys me without question. I continue to glare at Alden as he sinks down onto the ground, his arms wrapped around his knees, and openly weeps. What a poor, pathetic excuse for a man.

How do I say I know her without admitting I’ve got my memories back? Think. Think. Oops, no excuse came to me, so I took the easy way out. I swayed suddenly, clutching my head, pretending like the room spun. My knees buckled, and before I hit the floor, Damien lunged forward, arms wrapping around me, catching me like I was some fragile doll. Alicia…Malia…whatever the hell she called herself…looked like she wanted to set me on fire with her eyes. Her eyes shot daggers. Pure daggers.

Freya’s POV I am Freya, and I stole my sister’s husband before gruesomely killing her. Wait! Before you judge me, please hear my story. The day I murdered my older sister started like any other day. I had quickly rushed to the hospital because I was feeling very sick that morning. I had never really believed in miracles before, but as I now sat staring at the doctor's results in my trembling hands, I realized that maybe miracles did exist. Because I was finally Pregnant.

END OF THE SUCCESOR WAR ARC "We do not kill females, that is our code as ordered by our mistress Lady Melo." "Fine! Give me the crossbow," he grabbed one of the ladies' crossbows and shot an arrow that ripped through Alicia's stomach. As they dissipated, in all the pain and anguish Alicia threw one last look at Daito, and she was met with black cold-blooded eyes that stared back at her with no remorse as she cried her pain out loud. She was left for dead, bleeding our

They fought with ferocity and skill, their moves practiced and effective. In the chaos of the battle, Freya was able to slip away from her captors and make a run for it. She stumbled through the forest, her heart racing with fear and adrenaline. But just as she thought she had made it to safety, one of the pack warriors caught up to her. He slammed her against a tree, pinning her arms behind her back. "Where do you think you're going, little Omega?" he growled in her ear. Freya struggled against his grip, but she was no match for his strength. Just as she thought all was lost, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching. "Let go of her," a voice boomed from behind.

Cronus spoke aloud, “She showed such promise in training and we were all excited to see how far she could go. She is survived by Dreyma Caulret who managed to survive into one of our most strikingly beautiful avian fae variety.” Freya’s picture was put up on a stand by Lyra. It was our standard enlistment picture that we had taken when we first showed up to our notice. She was wearing a simple green jumpsuit and her hair was pulled back. This didn’t represent Freya at all. She was a girl who let her hair down. Dreyma’s counterpart and someone who was meant to stay with us after we crossed the barrier. We had a secret plan to keep her and Dreyma together just so they didn’t have to always won

I would not let them down. As the cheers began to subside, a figure pushed through the throng, hurrying toward me. Addy, Freya's closest friend. The look on her face made my heart clench with dread. "Addy, are you alright?" I asked, grasping her shoulders as she reached me. Tears shimmered in her eyes, her face pale and drawn. "No, I'm not," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Rafe, it's Freya. I saw...I saw a man take her, just after the blast. He carried her away."