Danmachi Freya Novels & Stories

That was no big deal, whatever their deal was, she didn’t care. She knew that she’d have to place a bet with something valuable to be able to play with Roman. Maybe he was just giving her time to make up her mind on what she’d give up. Shortly, Freya walked in, it was the lady she mistook for Roman’s mistress earlier. No doubt, Freya is very beautiful, she even made Daisy feel intimidated by her presence. She looked so reserved, calm, and graceful but she’s quite the opposite of her looks. The heartless and jealous daddy’s girl that ordered the attack on her pack.

Are you trying to make me take a picture of myself without pants? A minute ago, Ryan: [Ahem, I don’t think I can do it, but it’ll try my best.] “...” Freya felt as if she was struck by lightning. ‘Heavens, please send me a lightning bolt and kill me.’ ‘Or throw a brick and see if it’ll hit me, and I’ll die.’ She immediately replied: [No. You’ve misunderstood. Dani woke up just now, and I went to coax her…] Before she could send the message, she received a picture first.

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

Madchen fidgeted nervously in her new dress. Drago had certainly thought of everything,she thought to herself. Standing in front of the full length mirror,she watched as the attendants he hired fussed with her satiny coral cocktail dress. Her Fiery hair cascaded down her shoulders in spiraling curls,and her fingernails and toes were painted a matching coral as well.

The pale ghostly glow around her was getting brighter as if their pain was truly giving her more power. “I know, but I have now made it my business.” She replied. “I ask again, who is Adrian to you?” Freya’s mind spun as she tried to find a way around this sick game and she came out empty handed. For now she needed to play along until an opportunity provided itself. “Who is Adrian to you?” She asked again, her voice rising. “My lover.” Freya replied. “Lie.”

"Take care of her for me." "On my life." He swore as I turned and headed straight for the elevator. I could hear Freya trying to follow after me, but Darcia and the others caught her before she could move. Freya was a strong woman, a powerful witch, but she was also the future Luna and Cameron's mate. I couldn't risk anything when it came to Freya. Calming my mind, I reached for the perimeter guards via my mind link and got the exact location of the intrusion.

Upon hearing it, the door opened, revealing a maid who looked down at her feet “Jasmine, our Alpha is in need of a distraction, and I believe that you can fulfill that before he gets ready to leave” “Yes, beta” she said, and Mattia nodded. He took a step back and grabbed the woman’s arm, causing her to flinch momentarily as he glared at her “one mistake and I will be sure that you pay for it” “I give you my word, I will be doing more than my best” she said, and Mattia nodded before taking a step back, watching as she approached me. He closed the door just as the woman got down on her knees in front of me, unzipping my pants, not waiting for me to tell her what to do. Jasmine was one of our m

I didn't pull away; I stayed right there, drinking her in until the last of the tremors left her legs. I finally sat up, moving to hover over her. We were both drenched in sweat, despite the AC. Freya was limp, her eyes glazed over as she tried to catch her breath. I reached down and gave her pussy a sharp, echoing slap. She let out a shaky breath, a dark, twisted smile touching her swollen lips as she looked at me. "I really wish Mark could witness this," she whispered. “Really” I said

Chapter 92 Freya “Look, Tamara right?” I asked and she folded her arms firmly over her chest, “let’s not play this game. You’re way too pretty to pick at me because of a man..” Her lips curved up into a very weird smile. One that sent shivers down my spine. “What makes you think I’m interested in fighting you over a man?” Her tone dripped with pure contempt and irritation. “I’m only trying to look out for you because you seem rather….” Her eyes scanned my body for a moment and I shuddered, “…what’s the word? Frail.”

She sighed in defeat, but she held her expression to be brave. “Why don’t you just kill me, Drake, rather than torturing me?” She questioned bravely. “You don’t need me, right?” She trailed off. “—because if you need me, you won’t fucking torture me nor hurt your breeder,” coldly, she added. Drake is still in his position then. After that, he pushes her away, which leads her to fall to the floor. “Clean this mess. I don’t want to see your face,” he coldly mumbled before walking out of the room.