Freya From Witches Of East End の小説・ストーリー

I will teach her wrong things little by little. Make her doubt. Make her alone. And while she tries to be perfect my way, I will learn about her power. Maybe I tell Viktor. Maybe not. Either way, Freya’s days as loved future Luna are not many. She just does not know. That night in my room I took paper. I must write what I know. Freya Laurent – gray eyes, maybe Moon Goddess blood Silver light when rogue attacked George Laurent – same name, maybe family Power came with big fear She does not know she has it

We are the only one here aside from Preston and Astrid; everyone has been moved to the courtyard. “Who in the hell are you and what do you want?” I seethe out, my voice hard. “Oh, you don’t know me. Why don’t I give you a proper introduction about everything that truly happened.” She says; running a hand along the table, where part of Orion’s blood is splattered. “I am Queen Freya, in charge of my weyr.” That means, that makes her a dragon. Weyrs are like packs and Freya is a dragon, but I don’t know her.

If this had happened years ago, before I rescued Zayn, his child must be at least five years old. Speaking of a child, I still remember the little one with Grandpa. I must see the child before we leave. "Come, Zayn," I wave my magic and have Zayn fully clothed. "Where are we going?" he asked. "To meet with this Merkoff person," I smiled brightly. "Alice, my love, I told you a sorcerer protects him." I waved my hand and opened a portal that led us back to the island. "Like I give a damn about it. You do know I am a red witch and blessed by a dragon. No magic can harm me."

Freya popped an eye open, her face distorted at once, she wanted to be alone for a while that's why she came outside of the headquarters but it seems like anywhere she went, Mia would follow. "Prayer about what?" Mia surprisedly asked her, "is anything bothering you?" Mia added, moving closer to check out if anything was bothering her. "I'm cursed with death, so I'm praying to the last witches to help me get rid of it" Freya says to mia still continuing her prayer.

“What took you so long? Did he do something?” “No,” I said, my voice tight. “He was just... being himself.” I swallowed hard, pushing down the hurt. “Tell me about the witch. What happened? What did you get?” Freya’s smile returned, and she opened her purse, pulling out a small glass vial filled with a white powdery substance. “This is it,” she said, holding it up. “The witch said to put all of it in Isabella’s food. If she’s pregnant, it’ll make her miscarry. If she’s not, her stomach will go flat, and everyone will know she’s been lying. It works in five minutes, big sister. We’ll see the results at the dinner table tonight.”

The strongest witches lead. And Freya? She’s crushed this prep in just two months. Bella was the only other one to do it faster—and even she needed four. Freya growls. “Fine. But I expect a meal and a back massage after this.” I raise the Boy Scout salute and draw an invisible ‘X’ over my chest. “I promise to make a meal of you and massage you from the inside.” She barks a laugh, and I grin wide. “You’re fucking incorrigible,” she says, smacking my shoulder.

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.

Before Marie could get so close to her, she turned off the biggest switch in there and Marie halted abruptly and powered down. “Yes! Yes! We did it! We did it!” Freya rejoiced happily with her wolf, feeling on top of the world. Freya was so happy that she had finally accomplished the task which felt impossible before and just couldn't wait back to the woman and inform her that she has finally granted her desires. “Now, how do we get back?” Her wolf asked, and that brought Freya to the next reality.

Freya was in the closet, she was gazing at the mirror not quite sure of what to say. Is this the life that awaited her? Could she handle it now their family was experiencing numerous issues? She looked at the engagement ring on her finger, as she had flashes of Eamon. She loved him, and that was the verity. Finally, her wedding was around the corner, and she was overwrought that she was going to leave her sisters and the house of witches for a whole new environment with her spouse. She knew Janeka was old enough to lead her sisters through everything that would come their way in the future, but still, she was part of the family. She puffed out, as she walked out of the closet down to the kit

As if summoned, a sharp knock hit the door. Alex groaned louder, but when I leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek, he melted. "See? She’s a witch—casting spells to pull you out of bed and away from me." He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in for a deeper kiss. "But you’re my favorite kind of magic." "Your witch," I reminded, slipping from bed. Freya arrived with a clipboard, coffee, and chaos in her heels. "Good morning, Luna-to-be. How’s the royal face-rider doing?"