Freya And Rhysand Novels & Stories

She asked, straightening the creases on her trousers whilst looking around the green environment. "This way." Yodah replied, holding hands with her, walking tentatively through the forest, throwing glances here and there to make sure that they hadn't been seen or followed. They had walked for twenty minutes or more when the path broke out to a pathway. "This should be it then." Freya said, taking note of the voices she was hearing from that distance. She was feeling better now, although there was a slight pain at the area where Aiden had bitten her. He had taken her blood. She knew what it meant, but she was scared about it. She wasn't sure if she was ready to become fully of his kind. She w

Which should have been the first thing we did, but I guess with the language barriers among other things, it never came to my mind. “Grudal, alpha of Redmoon.” He returns the handshake. “Welcome to our home.” “Thank yo—“the rest of my words get swallowed when I catch sight of white and dark brown hair. With the sun setting in the background and the reddish orange hues, Feyre looks like she is coming right out of a dream. A fantasy the normal mind couldn’t even fathom. Her hair which is usually in a bun is plaited with flower petals in between. The heavy braid hangs off her single shoulder.

The love we shared was dangerous, catatonic but somehow…gentle. Freya, on the other hand, was the stark opposite: much brighter and with a heart as soft as a cloud but unpredictable. So whimsically unpredictable. It was this particular element to her that made her so damned addicting. Maybe this was her own magic. The slightest breath of her voice could turn the oldest and most powerful Lycanthrope alive in the entire Drymocrysthia to mush. Needless to say that without her I would still be ferociously rabid and about the old business of killing babies and women and tearing apart villages, as I went on the prowl to shed some warm blood to soothe the icy chill that ceaselessly spread through m

ETHAN We were surrounded, pinned against the ridge with no clear way out, and I was starting to think I’d made the wrong call sending my best fighters in first instead of holding back. Then I heard her voice cut through the chaos, sounding so sharp and furious, and my heart nearly stopped. “Get down!” Freya came through the trees with Fen and a small team behind her, moving with a fierce energy that didn’t match the careful, protective way I’d been treating her for weeks. She fought like something had been unlocked in her, taking down two shooters in the time it took me to process that she was even there. Pride and terror hit me at the same time. She was carrying our child and she was out he

she sighed, rubbing circles between her brows with her eyes closed. “I am sorry, Sapphire.” She stared at me. “There was nothing you did wrong, it was just an unfortunate encounter.” She shook her head, looking away. “That was Alpha Theol.” She explained . “He is as bad as they get, A lycan alpha who treats we slaves like maggots, no matter what we do. He is just an absolute savage.” I stared as Menah pressed her lips to a thin line, looking lost in thought. “You will not follow me back.” She resolved as we finally got the sheets.

“I specifically chose Lisa for Russo because if he has children with a witch, they will be fae, just like any children that Justin and I have together will be lycans.” Freya gasped. “Are you serious?” Then she flew off the plate, smacking into my cheek in a pixie hug. “You are such a wonderful queen. You’re just helping everyone all the time.” I blushed again. “I try. And I’m going to continue helping everyone settle into what should be a much better life now that we’re finally free of the Huntsman.”

Freya slowly stood. She was tired. Not weak. Not afraid. Tired. You do not know me. No. Ava answered quietly. I do not. But I know people. Freya slowly looked toward her. No. You know, assumptions. Silence. Alpha Kael looked between them. Ava crossed her arms. You think you are strong now Freya slowly tightened her hand around her mothers sword. No. I think I am learning. Ava stared at her. Longer this time.

Tigreal's eyes gleamed with a mix of triumph and desperation as he prepared to deliver the final, fatal blow to end Balmond's life. But before Tigreal could make his move, a sudden movement caught his attention. Freya appeared out of nowhere, launching herself between Tigreal and Balmond, her white fur glowing with an ethereal light. Her eyes locked with Tigreal's, and for a fleeting moment, time stood still. Tigreal's claws halted mere inches from Balmond's throat, his gaze locked with Freya's. Freya's resolve surged within her, overpowering her doubts. With a defiant roar, she charged toward Tigreal, intercepting his strike aimed at Balmond. Her white fur shimmered with an otherworldly rad

Zac’s pov Looking at her, I wanted to reply but I knew that would be creepy ans shw didn’t do creepy that well. I sighed and looked to the floor to see that shw was bleeding. A lot of it, dripping from her fingers onto my rug. She wasn’t healing. Of course she wasn’t. She wasn’t an Alpha. She was just… Freya. “Come on,” I said, my voice rough. I didn’t ask. I just gently took her by her good arm and helped her to the bed where she trembled away from my touch.

“Stay here. Silas, set a perimeter. If anyone, anyone, approaches this door without my seal, kill them.” Silas hesitated for a heartbeat, then slammed his fist against his chest. “Yes, Sire.” Ragnar leaned down and kissed Freya, a hard, desperate press of lips that tasted of salt and the coming war. “I’m going to end this. Don't let the fire out, Freya. Not until I come back for you.” He turned and strode out of the room, his cape billowing behind him like a storm cloud. Freya sat in the silence, the cold of the room beginning to seep into her. She walked to the hearth, but she didn't light a fire. She didn't want to see flames ever again.