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.

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, however, was at loss. “Yodah is right there too, right? Ask him to take a guess. Honestly, I don’t understand how you cope with the bodyguard and the oldie?” Yodah scoffed, and folded his arms across his chest. However, he didn’t know much about Amelia, the only girl Freya had taken to on campus. “Help us, Emma. We are at a loss here.” Freya finally said, putting an end to the misery that Emma’s question had brought upon her mind. “Well, she is Jaguar.”

I turned around slowly. Freya stood near the doorway, holding a digital chart against her medical coat. She was twenty-three, a junior neuro-researcher assigned to my mother's private floor. She was breathtaking in a quiet, effortless way, with long, dark hair tied back loose, warm almond eyes, and a soft, genuine smile that seemed entirely out of place in a world dominated by grief and cold tactical calculations.

I couldn't hear his reply, but Damien then said, “You can come back to the house now, bring Tristan and the others.” I think Evan then must have asked if I was okay, because Damien then said, “they managed to successfully remove the metal and gave her some blood in a drip. She's sitting next to me downstairs and her wound is almost healed, it's miraculous,” he sounded so happy, and his face was full of pride, as he listened to Evan on the other end of the phone. He then replied, “Freya ascended, and then threatened to rip out the hearts of anyone that wanted to touch Tristan or the others, she said she'd serve the hunters hearts to the wolves for their dinner.”