Freya And Rhysand Novels & Stories

Enough to crawl toward. Enough to fight for. I pulled myself forward, muscles shaking, vision blurring. I had to get out. Had to reach him. He was alive, I knew it. And he was calling for me. The darkness screamed as I crawled, as if it knew it was losing. Veyrix howled in rage. But I kept going. One step, Another, And another. Until the light swallowed me whole__And I was gone. Freya awakens gasping in a field of glowing ash under the moonlight—only to find a strange mark now etched across her chest… and someone waiting beside her she never expected to see.

I know Cian must have flown here while we were walking, otherwise Freya wouldn’t have been waiting for us, but what did he tell them? “I need to make sure you no longer have ties holding you to Jess, and I want to know if I count on you when the ambush is getting put down and the war starts.” “My mate..” Freya puts a hand on her mate's arm, silencing him. “My ties with Jess are completely broken and can’t ever be mended. I did it myself the first night here with Ezra’s help.” Druida nods, while the rest of us are just listening. “And the plans?”

"Get her out of my sight. She means nothing to me. The pain was unbearable. My hand squeezed against my chest, my knees threatening to betray me, but I held onto Jenny. We held each other's gaze for a while, and then Brayden tilted his head with indifference, almost like he was daring me to challenge him. "I, Freya of the East End pack, accept your..." My stomach lurched as blood slurped from my lips. Faint whimper from my wolf howling inside me. Brayden was unmoved, his jaw hardened with his hands inside his pockets.

Lysandra’s laughter filled the chamber, “Your denials won’t save you, Freya. We have evidence.” Freya’s voice turned sharp, “Evidence? Or manufactured lies?” Lysandra’s gaze held an icy edge, “Constantine herself declared me as her heir. It’s time you accept that.” Freya’s retort was swift, “Constantine’s trust is not a testament to your worthiness.” Lysandra’s voice was laced with certainty, “It’s all the testament I need.” Freya’s eyes bore into Lysandra’s, unyielding, “You can parade around as the ultimate sorcerer all you want, but I won’t recognize you as such.”

He growled, getting up, allowing Daphe to sit down and rest for a moment to regain her magic and strength. “Oh, so after all the denial, you couldn’t neglect that fact you have fallen for her, huh?” She scoffed, staggering Daphne. Not expecting she would hear it. She had accepted Randall’s rejection and decided to maintain her distance but hearing this stunned her. “Don’t-” Randall was about to hiss and change his words but Freya smirked darkly, “Or else she’d be only an enemy right now, Randall but look at you..” Freya gathered her power, raising her scythe, spreading her ice quickly to make it harder for them to cope with her power.

My brows furrowed as I pushed the door open slightly, not intending to intrude but curious enough to look inside. The moment my eyes landed on the scene before me, the world seemed to tilt. Lucien was kneeling with his head buried between Freya’s thighs. For a moment, my mind refused to process what I was seeing. Lucien. The same Lucien who had spent centuries controlling every violent impulse in his body. And Freya… Freya sat blissfully on the floor, her fingers tangled in Lucien’s dark hair as her chest rose and fell unevenly. My first instinct was disbelief.

she answered, spitting the words into the prince’s face despite the terror gleaming deep in her pupils. Cedrik felt a twisted surge of admiration. He tightened his grip on her wrists, feeling her racing pulse beneath his fingers—an undeniable proof that, though she defied him, her body recognized the predator that had cornered her. Freya’s resistance was not merely physical; it was an affront to his lineage, his Alpha status, and the war he led. Yet the more she fought, the more he felt the need to have her under his control—not as another corpse among many, but as something he needed to unravel, possess, and eventually dominate.

The only thing that should make him suspect it's me has been changed now so I step forward boldly and offer my hand in a handshake. "Dragmir Fenrir, at your service." He nods and plants the most flirty smile he has in his arsenal on his face as he takes my hand. "Rhysand, of the northern Lycans. Eager to have you." I take my hand back and watch him get into the car. Safira is deathly still when I look at her but she's noticed it too. I get into the car and keep my distance from Rhys. I think the playing field just became a tad bit more even.

Her eyes were fixed to her mate and Dayton was striding to meet her the last distance, pulling her tightly into his arms. Nors reached his side as he watched the couple embrace. He turned to look at him. "I don't suppose you left anyone alive?" He knew it was a futile hope that they had. Freya's bloodlust would have been sparked because her mate was threatened, Nors' because his sister had been. "Sorry, Rafe. Freya had already taken out two of them and the third was training a sniper rifle at her head. I couldn't let her be hurt any more. She's been through enough." For all he apologised Nors' words were cold and hard.

A few minutes after she had told me, I heard the the sound of shattering glasses and was about to go find out what was happening when I saw Roselia rushing down the stairs in fright. "What is it, Roselia?" I asked her. "It's Lady Ashlyn.. she's.." She could barely form words. "Speak!" I was running out of patience. "She just jumped out of the window and.." I had not waited for her to complete her words when I ran out of the house and immediately caught sight of her. She was changing. Changing into a wolf! My mistress was not an ordinary vampire, she was an hybrid! And at her transformation, something stirred inside of me. An awakening. Could this all... I could barely finish thinking when sh