Danmachi Freya Novelas e Histórias

It's confirmed that Freya had taken Daciana. “I think Freya must have done something to her already….” Tyler said. No. I have to get Daciana back here. I must have denied it. I must have planned on rejecting her, I still do. But there's a thing about mate bonds, you don't get to deny them when they need you.

At the end of the day, Draco couldn’t hold himself any longer, the feelings overwhelmed him so much because he was grateful so much for the intervention of his friend. It was so refreshing to see people looking out for him and he kept thanking the Alpha over and over to show his gratitude. He had no choice than to yield to the command of the Alpha and returned to his seat. Alpha Braden moved to persuade him to join him in his meal in order to stay strong till the result comes and because he was looking so lean within just few days. **** DIADEM PACK FREYA’S POV At the mention of the water of confession, I froze! Why would she attack with something that brutal? My eyes wandered in anxiousness

And then a grunt of pure strain, coming from right outside. I moved without thinking. A blur of speed and I was at the window, looking down. Oh, moon goddess. Freya was hanging by her bloody fingertips from the shattered remains of the ledge. Zara was tied to her back with a bedsheet, screaming her head off, her little arms locked around her mother’s neck. Freya’s fingers were slipping, blood making her grip slick. They were seconds from falling. I didn’t think. I just moved.

“Nice girl.” Thank fuck, I thought to myself. “And where do you know Freya from?” Damien asked. What the hell is this? An interrogation? I asked myself as I put a smile on my face, reminding myself to breathe. They are just making conversation. It is a special dinner. “Oh! Well like I said we grew up together,” I stammered, thinking up a story as I went. It wasn’t like I could say who she really was. Freya was obviously on the lam, and if she was hiding from Leopold, I imagined she had a good reason. I couldn’t expose her without knowing. “She’s a Blood Moon, part of one of the omega families,” I replied. “Her family worked for mine, and her mother often brought her by to play as she was clo

I was going to be the one to do it one way or the other, I needed to play this game. The door opened without warning, and I quickly slipped back into character, fragile, sweet, grateful. I looked up with wide eyes as the woman I had come to destroy stepped into the room. Sienna De Luca. She didn’t speak right away. Her gaze swept over me, taking in the sight of me still in the robe the maids had given me. She looked too calm, too unreadable. I exposed my leg just enough for her to see it, to know that I was this exposed, this easily seen to him. But I knew that Damon would not be foolish. He would not tell her that he was here. I would have to be the one to do it.

Freya’s POV I am Freya, and I stole my sister’s husband before gruesomely killing her. Wait! Before you judge me, please hear my story. The day I murdered my older sister started like any other day. I had quickly rushed to the hospital because I was feeling very sick that morning. I had never really believed in miracles before, but as I now sat staring at the doctor's results in my trembling hands, I realized that maybe miracles did exist. Because I was finally Pregnant.

"What's your name? I didn't get it but you know mine." A coyly smile made its way to Damien's face as he replied to Freya. "Just call me mystery guy, Freya." he said, walking off, leaving Freya dumbfounded.

Freya struggled to get up off the floor and I honestly didn’t know what to do as my pain kept me grounded to the floor unable to move. I jerked back in pain and held on to my stomach as I struggled to get right back onto my feet to defend my friend from the crazed b*tch. “Wake the f*CK up Damien. Don’t just lay there and stay useless, you idiot. We can take this b*tch on now get on your feet!” I was beyond livid at seeing Freya so beaten up and struggling to fight back against the raging b*tch. Damien’s head raised up to look at my definitely pissed off face and I looked directly at his bloody face with more than anger on my face just as the strange vampire behind him got back onto his feet.

And it will be the worst way ever. He has to pay for toiling with my heart and making me beg for love. I, Freya, I'm fucking too powerful to be a plaything for any man. I made him part of who he is today, and will destroy him for wanting to fly about me. “Are you alright, Lady Freya,” my new toy, Camila, crawls to my feet. I jerk out a soft, malicious laugh. “I’m always ok.” My fingers stroke her hair. “Did you have fun leaving a scar on the face of your enemy?”

We found notes pinned to the bodies of the fallen. We’re inside. You will never know who’s loyal. Not even your own blood. I sat alone in my chamber that night, armor off, staring at the candlelight as if it could give me answers. My ribs ached. My blade hand trembled. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying every scream, every shadow. Then came the knock. Damon entered… quiet, grim. But he wasn’t alone. Behind him… stood Freya. Alive. Bloodied. But unmistakably her.