Danmachi Freya Novelas e Histórias

My wolf was snarling, thrashing against the chemical poison the hunters had sprayed into the clearing, desperate to stand, desperate to run, desperate to tear the throat out of every man who had laid a hand on her. Beside me, Damien was already on his knees. He looked terrible. Blood ran from a cut above his left eyebrow, mixing with rain and dirt on his cheek, and his hands trembled as he pushed himself up from the ground. His green eyes were wild, stripped bare of every bit of charm or ease he usually wore like armor. When he looked at me, there was no hostility left between us. Only the raw, bleeding hole where Freya was supposed to be. "She is gone," Damien said. His voice broke on the w

Rhys mumbled, shaking his head in disappointment. I smiled, then patted him on his head. “That’s why you are my best friend.” Rhys scoffed. A minute later. Freya walked in, her eyes fixed on the clipboard on her hand. I instantly rushed to her side, and cleared my throat. “Hey Freya.” I greeted, extending my palm for a handshake. “I just checked the details of the car I repaired. I didn’t make any mistakes on it, so please leave.” She said casually. She didn’t respond to my greeting, nor did she accept my handshake. She just kept staring at the clipboard, then she turned to walk away.

LANCE’s POV - Upon my arrival outside the Yamamoto mansion–at Yuichi and Christine’s residence, I noticed Freya standing outside the gate, shouting and searching for Yuichi while two guards monitored her in case she engaged in any foolish behavior. I got out of the car and ran to Freya. Once I neared her, I smell a strong alcoholic drink. “Yuichi! Come out here, talk to me! I know you still have feelings for me! I feel it that I'm the one who you truly love me and not that b*tch!”

Daniel glanced at Freya, offering his arm. "Of course," she replied, casting me a lingering smile my way before taking his arm. "Enjoy the evening," Daniel said, his tone polite but firm. Freya cast one last look in my direction before allowing herself to be led away, her fingers slipping from mine, leaving a lingering warmth in their wake.

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."

asked king Damien confused at why she was so angry . " Because...........because.........because I have a crush on you . I like you Damien . For a long time , I have always liked you . I always wanted to confess to you but I never had the courage to do so . I always admired how hard you worked for the sake of this kingdom , how kindhearted you are , how strong you are . I have always admired and loved you . " said Freya with her face becoming even redder than it already was .

“But I can take you to Damien. I’m sure he’d love to have a little chat with you.” At the mention of Damien’s name, Freya’s face paled, and she immediately flinched. That was all the confirmation I needed. It was clear she feared Damien, probably more than she feared me. I smiled to myself. Good. “I…I’ll tell you what you want to know,” Freya stammered, her voice trembling as if she was struggling to hold back the floodgates. She was trying to maintain control, but I could see it slipping away. “Tell me everything,” I demanded, my eyes locking onto hers.

"You are incorrigible, Dayton Alexander. First you cry foul when I take what I want from you and now you invite it. Be careful what you wish for, mate of mine. I may hold you to that one day soon." It was fun to tease with him like this, and her soul felt more settled as it always did when her beautiful man loved her so unconditionally. Freya hugged him tightly, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she glanced absent-mindedly at the dining table. Her body stiffened instantly, a loud growl issuing from her lips. "The Bitch!" She was vaguely aware of Dayton's concerned expression as she was spinning around and flying towards the back of the house. *****

She turned around, seeing as Freya was nowhere within her peripheral and what she saw was her teammate battling with two people from other teams. And Freya had the upper hand. Of course she would. Alana smirked. She was the proud princess of Thaymor, gifted in combat and assassination. She watched as Freya ended the fight by pushing her sword deep into one of the enemies and using the other sword in her hand to slit the throat of the other. Alana sighed and then approached. “You killed them.” Freya was busy cleaning her sword with the cloths of the people she just conquered. She stood upright and shook her head.

“But you know him. He’s not going to take this lying down.” “I’m counting on that,” Freya replied, her gaze sharp and unwavering. “Let him seethe. Let him lash out. It’ll make his next fall even sweeter.” Diego stared at her, a flicker of admiration crossing his face. Despite the danger, despite everything they had been through, Freya’s strength was unrelenting. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Freya. But if anyone can win, it’s you.” She met his gaze, her expression softening just slightly. “This isn’t just a game, Diego. This is war. And I’m done playing by his rules.”