Freya Nelson Is His Rule Novels & Stories

“Now then, command my army, Rus. You need to bring me back my queen. It’s high time I take back what was mine all along...” The great rebel and commander, who had now turned into a lifeless, listless puppet, could only nod to his command. Indeed, Freya would be waiting for him in Teotroly, and despite her and that foolish prince’s insistence to travel back through the time passages unscathed, he had also prepared a surprise for them that would ensure his upcoming glory. After all, he knew of more than one ways to tamper through Freya’s memories. Now that he was already pronounced as the new king of Gascone and he had already completed his cursed army and laid a trap for his competitor in Fre

"There's no need to explain, Your Majesty. I understand perfectly. You are the king, after all. You don't owe me anything." She made to push past me, but I caught her by the waist, pulling her back. Her body was stiff, unyielding against mine. "Freya, please. Just listen to me." I cupped her face in my hands, forcing her to meet my gaze. "None of them mean shit to me. But the competition has rules that must be followed. I was only saying what I needed my Gamma to hear." Freya's eyes searched mine, a war raging behind those depths. I could see the doubt, the fear, the desperate longing to believe my words.

Freya I bit my tongue to stop myself from apologising, to stop myself from thanking him yet again. All that would do is give him mixed signals, and as much as I wished things could be different, i knew my place in the world and it wasn’t here playing princess to a delta. “Jackson, our head warrior, would like to speak to you if you feel up to it. I said I would ask but feel free to say no, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He stated pointedly and I nodded.

“Then there is a rule we must put in place. We will only use informal titles when we are alone, when no one can hear. Though other than that, when you learn how to shift into the bat, you will only ever be referred to as Fraulien; my familiar. Do you understand? You cannot call me anything other than your master in front of others.” I wrung my hands nervously, unsure what to do. I had to agree otherwise I could be punished for being disobedient, though on the other hand; it was a good idea. I just had a few questions; “I understand, but what if we are caught? What if I slip and call you by your name in front of others?” “You won’t.” He snapped, shaking his head as though I was being foolish.

However, Freya still ate happily out of the bins and tried to stay as invisible as possible until the Golden Rule of the Blood Moon pack which held her freedom once she turned eighteen happened. Every day, she counted the date, minutes, and seconds in her head, removing it from how many more days she had left to earn her freedom. Freya held her cheeks where Ariel had smacked and suppressed the tears threatening to escape her eyes. Most times, she desperately wanted to beat the crap out of the rude, spoiled, little girl in the person of Ariel, but couldn't. If the thought was even somehow discovered to be existing in her mind, that would be an excellent excuse to have her head chopped off. Al

“Keep in mind that the computer can’t detect personalities, and the information in these profiles isn’t guaranteed to be 100% accurate. It’s up to us to make that judgment.” “Got you,” Freya acknowledged. When he was done, she asked, “On my list, is there anyone from Freedonia?” “Let’s see,” he said, without looking at her. He nonchalantly scrolled through the names and pointed to number five. “That’s Prince Cassian Velmora, the Duke of Norvain. He’s a third-generation heir of Freedonia’s monarch.” “Wow, a prince,” Freya remarked. Then she frowned. “No. Royal families have so many rules. There’s no way I can do that. I want to make my own decisions, and I like my freedom. Scratch him.”

When her turn came, she didn’t stand. “Briarcrest teaches us that order is neutral,” she said calmly. “Those rules exist outside power. They don’t. Every rule chooses who it protects.” Murmurs rippled. Alaric spoke next. “Rules are tools,” he said evenly. “They’re only as moral as the hands that wield them. Without enforcement, ideals collapse into noise.” Nyx glanced at him. “And without challenge,” she added softly, “enforcement becomes tyranny.” For a moment, the room held its breath.

"Because when I'm with you, I feel something I haven't felt in years. You make me want to be better. To try harder. To actually live instead of just exist." "Richard..." "I know you're scared. I'm scared too. But I think we could be something amazing if you'll give us a chance." She closes her eyes, and I can see the war happening inside her. Logic versus desire. Safety versus risk. When she opens her eyes again, the decision is made. "Okay." "Okay?" "Let's try this. Whatever this is. But we have rules." "Name them." "No one can know at work. Complete professionalism when we're in the office."

Freya Rose As I sat down on the couch, I glanced over and saw Tristan talking to himself while making two coffees. He turned around to me and smiled, then got his phone out of his pocket and put it to his ear. “Tyler?... Because Freya's here now and I want her to hear everything. I'll ring you from now on, whenever she's around, instead of mind linking, okay?” He winked at me, then finished off the coffees.

“Since that bitch Frey...” “Enough!” I bellowed, slamming my fist onto the table. She jumped back in her seat with a frightened hiss. “You can tell me your story without insulting my love. One more comment like that, and I’ll have my brood throw you out. Understand?” She rolled her eyes, but nodded her head in agreement. “Good. Now you may continue.” “Well, Freya managed to find a way to take all of my powers. I’m going to need your help until I get my powers back. You owe me Samael.”