Freya Fanart Novels & Stories

It's ten fingers are all artificial and implanted. They're also painted colour red. They slowly and romantically seduce my every body. My chest and abs. They seduce it all. They run sexually along it's firms thick lines. It feels my rapid beating chest. I slowly gasp. Such effect it has. I feel a head rest firmly in my naked spine. It run it's hair along my plain skin. The hairs slowly massage my every body. I lowly smile. Its all Freya. It's definitely her.

Freya had no idea what was happening. Soon, the profiles began loading. It included pictures, backgrounds, assets—even blood types?! It looked thorough. There were too many, but of course, Freya had no intention of dating them all. The list still needed to be filtered. Names began to rank from the top fifty to twenty. Freya leaned closer. “Okay… this is cool. I feel powerful just being able to do this.” Some names she recognized. Big shots. Business heirs. One was a prince? Inner Devil 1: ‘Look at number 3. He could really ruin me! Haha!’

My fears of betrayal, it seemed, were unfounded. Hearing my comment, Freya rolled her eyes at Mason, then turned to me with a friendly demeanor. "Now that’s impossible. I wouldn't choose someone who’s like my brother as my boyfriend. You’re my cousin-in-law, right? Hi, my name's Freya Zellwood, but you can just call me Fae." Freya’s personality seemed as sunny and charming as Mason's. Having such people around was indeed delightful. "Hi Fae, I'm Serena Hart." I smiled back.

And then she appeared. Freya stepped out from behind a tree, her entire figure shrouded in black leather, sleek and polished. Her hair was pulled back, and her expression… it was hard, cold, and more calculating than I had ever seen. She was nothing like the woman I had known, the one who would cry on my shoulder and plead for my support. No, this version of her looked almost… predatory. She took a step forward, her eyes locking onto mine. “So, Caleb,” she started, her voice dripping with a mock sweetness that chilled me, “Good to see you again. Does me some good to know you care about me."

“I think so too,” Freya said, gritting her teeth. She wouldn’t have any problem with it, no matter how upset she was, if Kyran’s girlfriend were someone who was even prettier than her. But the thing right now was that his girlfriend was that ugly woman. It was something that she would never accept.

But it was the first time he saw something like that. "This paper was created by our sister Persephone." It was Freya who answered as she looked at this paper with a little smile. "That girl, has many hybrid friends, or rather she has many friends in general. She is the most fragile and the most gentle out of all of us. She created this to help them." As she said so, she injected her own mana in it, but absolutely nothing happened. "As you can see, even though I can use different elements outside of my main space one, I am considered to have no innate attribute. But for you, it will be different."

It stung – the stark realization that I was nothing but discarded pieces compared to his precious Freya's allure. The image of her, transformed into a goddess with porcelain skin and flowing white hair, played vividly in my thoughts. The moon goddess, in her fickle nature, seemed to have created a spell that enhanced Freya's beauty to ethereal quality as if she wasn't pretty before although I would never admit it. I couldn't shake the bewilderment at how Freya, once a timid omega four years ago, now radiated an intimidating aura. The very essence of her being seemed more powerful, leaving me to wonder about the mysterious forces at play.

Freya said under her breath as she managed to move. With all her might and groaning, she was finally able to stretch and move without feeling so much pain except for some strains. Now, she was able to study her environment. It was bushes at the left side and the right side and then a seemingly long path in the middle. But before she could move a step further, a lady dressed in bright yellow appeared before her. Her smile was as bright as the sun, her lips were as pink as baby lips, her nose was small and straight, and her eyes were lovely brown. The way her eyebrows were arched were so admirable that Freya stared at them for a long while.

Her widened eyes blinked at Blaire, already knowing the answer was wanting Blaire to admit it, thereby indirectly accepting her unspoken offer to help. Freya was a nice girl; despite being of a high rank, she was like a kid in a candy store who could easily turn into a sly vixen whenever she pleased, especially when she was horny. Her aura when faced with something serious was also different, but other than that, she preferred to take on the resemblance of a child. She smiled a lot, and her fascination when presented with something new and different was almost…

muttered Arsenio, while looking for Freya's name among the many data. "Well, I found it," he cheered happily. Freya glances through the small rearview mirror above her head. She can see Arsenio's face, which is so free and carefree. It was different when he met Xander a few moments ago. Full of deceit. That's what Freya caught now. [DATA] [Name: Freya.] [Age: 200 years old by Mafia System's count.] [Status: Mafia System Companion.] [Skill: Infinite.]