Danmachi Freya Novelas e Histórias

I just want this to be over and done with, maybe when I die all these pain will go. I heard mocking laughter above my head and looked up only to see Freya. Freya is the daughter of the current beta and soon to be Luna. She's everything I am not- beautiful blue eyes with shiny blonde hair, killer body, glowing skin, strong and extremely wicked. She stood there with her minions looking at me with pity? I couldn't quite place what that emotion in her eye is. She laughed all of a sudden and kicked me in the stomach. She pulled my hair and slapped me making me fall back on the floor.

His lips closed around her clit, sucking hard. Freya's back arched off the sofa. "Oh god, Dan, I'm gonna-" But once again, he pulled away at the last second. Freya let out a strangled cry of frustration, her body quivering on the edge of release. "Goddamnit Foster," she growled, "you're a fucking tease." Dan chuckled, his breath hot against her inner thigh. "Just say the words, and I'll let you come." Freya bit her lip, torn between stubbornness and desperate need. How much longer could she hold out?

"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?"

Daniel, however, sat frozen, his pen still in hand, his eyes fixed on the door Freya had fled through. “What the hell just happened?” he muttered. The older of the two men chuckled softly. “Seems your assistant doesn’t like surprises.” Daniel glared at him. Muttering under his breath. “She’s not like that." --- Freya, meanwhile, sank into a chair in an empty corridor. Her hands shook uncontrollably. Memories crashed against her skull, fragments of a night she had fought so hard to bury. Those faces, etched into her memory, standing calmly amid the chaos.

Graduation day at Reaper training My name is Skye Evanore Reoch and I'm the only daughter of the reaper king and queen. I'm half reaper and dark witch and possess loads of magic. My parents, Rowen and Ayira rule this reaper section out of thousands that cover the entire earth. Anyway, back to me, being the only girl out of four children, I'm a daddy's girl. I have an older brother Liam who is off being taught some things from his dark elf grandfather and my younger twin brothers Brodie and Brayden. I decided that I wanted to become a reaper and not just a boring princess lounging at a palace waiting for my parents to wed me off to some pompous prince so I enrolled in the reapers training pro

"Let's just say I've made my share of enemies over the years. But I'm not afraid of them. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my business." As they spoke, Miriam couldn't help but notice the prince's confidence. He seemed almost...smug. Like he knew something they didn't. "Prince Salim, can I ask you something?" Miriam said, her tone probing. "Of course," the prince replied. "Do you know anything about the graffiti left at the crime scenes?" Miriam asked. "The one that says 'I AM FURY'?" The prince's expression didn't change, but Miriam detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Interest? Recognition?

Reapers have tricks beyond death. A shimmer of shadow wrapped around my fingers. In seconds, all three collapsed like puppets with cut strings. I rushed down the hall, following the cold pull of energy that always led me to dying souls. The door to the bathroom was ajar. Inside, my heart stopped. She was drowning. Her head was shoved beneath the water, limbs flailing weakly. The man holding her didn’t even flinch. “Let her go,” I said calmly, stepping into the doorway. He didn’t listen.

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.

Freya felt the feeling of distaste return to her stomach as she thought of that. The fair goddess stood abruptly, wearing a smile that Freya identified as fake. “I'm sorry for my manners, my Lady. I'm general Karen, the chief of Lord Draven's army.“ She shot a glance at Draven as she said her last words, but he was too busy looking elsewhere.

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.