Danmachi Freya Novels & Stories

Nya had fought Rok enough times not to let a crotchety personality dissuade her in battle. “Who am I?” he repeated, shaking his head. He folded his arms across his massive chest. “Who are you? What the hell are you doing?” “Who am I?” Nya repeated, realizing that was exactly what he’d just said to her. “I’m Princess Nya of Frindom, and I have come to slay the dragon that terrorizes our kingdoms. That’s who I am! Now, if you’ll kindly step aside so that I can find him, I would greatly appreciate it!”

While Amarok ripped through half of the security team, Freya leapt forward and directly assaulted the other half. She drew her Ra’ventrii blade and cut through the closest heavily armored security agent in a single swipe. Freya then spun to the left and cut down another agent with equally ease. With a heavily practiced step, she entered her Cyclone Stance and cut down a third, then a fourth, then a fifth.

That she could be brave or what? “You’re a bastard,” Freya said, her voice hoarse and low. She was losing her energy and that made her completely return to her human form. “Took you long enough to realize.” Dante pulled off his shirt to further inspect the now-healing injury. “Get out of my sight before I hurt you.” Freya didn’t protest. She made for the door but stopped as her hand touched the door’s handle. “You know what? Go fuck yourself. I’m leaving, For all I care, you can run back to Ariel.”

Damon remarked calmly, as if a war between New York and Chicago wasn't about to start, "I didn't intend disrespect. But Freya is no longer under your care. The moment you declared her my fiancée, you forfeited your right to punish her. She is now under my control."

Damon called out "Darling please do be careful. You're still recovering from your twisted ankle." Freya was a handful and was quite energetic and adventurous which is quite surprising considering her condition. Damon and Clary had adopted her when she was 4 and had found out that she had weak bones and a weak immune system due to malnourishment by her neglecting birth parents. In the beginning months, Freya had been quiet and only really spoke to Max who had been 8 at the time. Freya always stayed close to Damon and Clary when others came near and was afraid of going outside.

"No. No. You can't play those dirty mind games on me, Zane. I know your every move and I can counter each fucking one of them faster than you can say your name." I stared at him, unimpressed. "Right. Could have fooled me. What are you here for then?" Freya. "Freya. Your mate." I scoffed. When I thought he couldn't get any more predictable. "But not kill her. She would be no use to me dead. I need her to help me kill you." Sweet Moon Mother. Tell me something I don't fucking know already. I rose up from my seat and stalked towards him. "Do you know that you talk too much, Darius?"

muttered Arsenio, while looking for Freya's name among the many data. "Well, I found it," he cheered happily. Freya glances through the small rearview mirror above her head. She can see Arsenio's face, which is so free and carefree. It was different when he met Xander a few moments ago. Full of deceit. That's what Freya caught now. [DATA] [Name: Freya.] [Age: 200 years old by Mafia System's count.] [Status: Mafia System Companion.] [Skill: Infinite.]

Some were being thrown to the black hole inside her shelter. ------------ " So what brought you here? Want my help again?" Freya asked him with her soft and enchanting voice. Damon went into her giant pan where in she used it to window the future. " Yes, maybe you can use this one to help me!" He said while putting the giant ladle inside it for mixing. He's looking at her with a motives on his eyes. Freya whisk something inside the big pot and there he saw Diana and her friends with a werewolf at her side.

Freya put down the milk bottle and said, “It seems like you’re getting along well with Miss Wright. But I hope you won’t use Dani as a tool to please women next time.” “What do you mean?” Ryan was taken aback. He glanced at her teasingly. However, Freya had her head lowered, so she did not see his gaze at all. “You know perfectly well what I mean.” Freya lowered her voice. She did not want the maids in the house to hear her voice. “Are you talking about me carrying Dani over to Summer during the meal?” Ryan raised his eyebrows. “Do you have to mind this? When did you become so petty?”

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly