Freya Fanart Novels & Stories

I'm busy making an another mixture of my posion and my daily mixture of herbs for my prisoner's beast. He went beside her to check her mixture. Freya is not an ordinary witch you could compared just like in the movie with a messy long curly hair, wrinkled face, dark lips, big eyes, long fingernails, wearing a black long gown like a dress when attending someone's funeral and had a broom sticks beside her, Nope! She's not like any one of those.

As she once visited his kingdom and saw him, predicting him one of the most important warriors of the future. 2. FREA: She is the princess of Jurgen Kingdom, from the fire ocean. She is a fierce one sometimes, but usually don't use that much of her power. She is blessed with fire as the element and also given the bow of Faire. The universe's second dangerous weapon among eleven deadly weapons.

Clara and Mia sucked the cum from her overflowing pussy, snowballing the thick load between their mouths before feeding it back to Freya in long, cum-filled kisses. Finally, Azrael fastened a shining golden ring to the front of Freya’s collar — the ultimate symbol that she was his most favored, eternal slave. “You will never be free again,” he said, stroking her hair almost tenderly while still buried inside her. “You will birth my demonic children. You will help me corrupt thousands more souls. Your sister and these other broken whores will serve as your personal sex toys every single night. And you will thank me every day for damning you so completely.”

I was about shooting him before she did but she is too fast. "Jeez, Noah don't tell me she is the person you fell in love with, She is so scary and look like a devil" Riya said terrified by Freya bloody look and there is one thing that got me more shocked, she was dressed like a boy too although i failed to realize that not untill now. "You can call me Devil, That's who they made me" Freya gritted her teeth fearlessly,she has become more brave and fearlessly, Her change really got me shocked.

she announced as soon as she opened the door. She didn't even bother to look at me and just stood there holding the door. “Now?” I asked as I walked towards her. She didn't utter a word, just swept her free hand to the side, an instruction for me to exit my room. I did as commanded, then waited for her to lead the way. I followed behind her in silence, trying to keep my thoughts quiet. As much as I tried to block her out, I couldn't. While being here with Azael, he had made sure that he had a large supply of Witch and Warlock kids for Selene to feed on. Her strength was like nothing I'd witnessed before. She was almost as strong as Azael himself and her Lycan looked as though it had been on

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.

Looking up, my eyes met a pair of piercing brown eyes. Freya stood before me in a daring, crimson red dress that clung to her every curve, a dress that screamed confidence and allure. Her lips were a matching, luscious red, painted perfectly and her heels, sharp and dangerously high, added to her imposing height. Her dark hair was styled in sleek waves, framing a face that was both beautiful and cunning. "Oh, Zelda ! I'm so terribly sorry!" Freya exclaimed, her voice dripping with feigned surprise. "I didn't see you there, darling."

This was genuinely my first time seeing someone happy to be here, or maybe she had just come to terms with her present situation. I gave her a crooked smile and started cutting the vegetables in front of me. “What’s your name?” I asked, trying to start a conversation. I didn't really have any friends here and since I was probably going to die here, it wouldn't hurt to make one. “Amara.” It suited her. “I’m Freya.” Amara leaned her hip lightly against the counter as she worked beside me. “Been here long?” “A little while.” Would she understand if I told her long enough to know my way around but not long enough to understand exactly what was happening.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m