Freya And Zilong Novels & Stories

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.

she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. Freya pulled back, her eyes locking onto the man's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Then, without a word, they sealed their reunion with a passionate kiss.

Still, she managed the boldness to say, “We should head inside. Get warmed up.” In response, Prince Colin lifted her out of the fountain. They trailed water and kisses and laughter, making their way up to the Prince’s hotel room. Freya had left less than four hours later. She was careful not to leave anything behind that could tell him about who she was. It was what she wanted, what was best, at that time. He was barely twenty, and she was five years older. He was a pureblood elf Royal, and she was a mixed-race commoner who will be taking the qualification exams for the AG in a few months. Both of them had their own lives to live, their own futures to think of, and this was a wonderful distr

Freya curled her upper lip in disgust, making Jessabelle, Maeve, and I laugh. "I'm messing with you, Freya!" Maeve finally said. "I seriously think that Zane is your mate. He comes from strong lines." Freya rolled her eyes before shrugging her shoulders. "Zane wouldn't be a horrible mate, but he obviously doesn't feel the bond. He's been of age for a few months, but he has never made a single move." "Oh!" I said with excitement as an idea popped into my head. "What about Kaden? You're both great fighters. Plus, I've seen the way you look at him."

I tell him and I see him smirking from the side mirror. “I'm confused.” Freya says. “Ok, you know how people have a wife but they also have a work wife?” I ask her. “Yes.” She answers. “Well, Zeo is Leo's work wife.” I tell her. “Oooo, I get it. Lena's right Leo, you need to get him a gift to placate him for the bomb you're about to drop on him.” Freya says. “Ok, unless the both of you want to walk to the airstrip I'd suggest you keep quiet.” Leo tells us.

“W-we can't do this. I barely know you. And you act like you want to chop-off my neck in one second but in the next… you're calm and tamed.“ He seemed taken aback for a moment, and then he chuckled. “Calm and tamed?“ his voice was a whisper on her ears, which made her skin tingle in want. “Y-yes,” she replied, feeling drowsy. “And I don't even know your name.“ Freya felt his hands go rigid in hers as she said her last words. “I don't know yours either.“ “That's because you never asked.“ “You never asked for mine, either,” he replied coldly.

Freya teased Luciana, as she opened the bottle. Luciana glared at her. "Don't worry, in a few months, you will be saying something different." "Not too few months though." Freya said, gesturing at Luciana's still flat belly, and Luciana shook her head. After about an hour of chatting merrily, they decided to retire for the night. "I hope you have a room befitting royalty?" Raziel couldn't help but tease Elric again. "Yes, but the peasant one will fit you most."

Instead, she looked up into his striking golden-silver eyes, her heart beating a fast, fluttering rhythm against her ribs. "You... you backed my flame with moonlight," Freya whispered, her voice soft, filled with awe and something deeper she had never felt before. "I backed my mate," Leo growled softly, the word slipping past his lips before he could stop it—yet carrying the absolute, unshakeable truth of his soul. Freya’s breath caught in her throat. She looked into his eyes and felt the ancient, unbreakable tether of the mate bond snapping fully into place between their hearts. The warmth in her chest bloomed into a roaring hearth of unconditional trust, devotion, and love.

I don’t trust anyone, except for Ruby, as much as I trust my pack members. “Nice of you to show up, finally,” Freya growls, standing from her seat by the fire. Her arm is in a sling and her curly brown hair is pulled back into a loose bun. I remember there was a point in time, when we were just barely teenagers, when Freya and I thought we had feelings for one another. Soon, though, I fell for Vivian, and Freya discovered that she preferred women anyway. “Stand down,” I growl in return. Despite her anger, Freya sits back down in her seat with a frown, pulling her cigarette case out of her pocket and sticking one between her lips. Paul, her twin brother, leans over and lights it for her.

The room erupted in applause, a celebration of love that transcended boundaries and defied the limitations of time. The banquet continued with an abundance of laughter, heartfelt toasts, and heartfelt speeches from friends and loved ones. The atmosphere was alive with love and happiness, as each person present bore witness to a love story that had surpassed all expectations and found its way back to its rightful place. Amidst the merriment, Luli and Xicheng took a moment to steal away, finding solace in each other's arms. Their eyes met, and in that gaze, they saw a reflection of a future filled with shared dreams and a commitment for the rest of their lives. They danced under the twinkling