Freya Nelson Is His Rule Novels & Stories

He argues, just as I dodge his blade and break the weapon with my hand. Kyro is shocked, staring at his broken blade, just as I say. “How can you think so little of your own life? Don’t you think the world deserves a chance to change? Freya won’t be any different a ruler than your ancestors. She feeds on hatred and gains power. What will the end of Eldora, the Gods gain?” I wonder, confused.

I did break so much of rules for him and I never regret that. And now when I see him, I feel proud that I broke those rules of my own. When I feel him on my arms I feel that sometimes breaking your rules bring you happiness in life along with the risks and sometimes when you break the rules, unexpected result might show up and might take your life to next level.

Which to be honest, he probably would, she was his Fianna after all. It was very selfish on Amelia's part. Letting her entire faction fall apart and turn on each other just because she wanted to keep a hold of Mason. I know Freya would never let her own feelings or love for someone stop her from helping and protecting her people. I guess Amelia would never live up to her sister’s leadership skills. She just wasn't built the same way. She was very selfish like her father, whereas Freya was more like her mother. I mean, I knew the factions were descending into chaos because they didn’t have any set rules to live by now or have anyone to uphold them. Most of the factions also had no one to puni

Chandra pulled Amara away. "Stop." "Don't try to rule me, Chandra!" "Then don't do anything against my rules! Or I will shut you up." The last line she just stated served as a tranquilizer to me- it made me freeze- stopping me to eat Amara. Into the thin air, I shouted, and I growled. The nearby wolves responded, including Amara. But Chandra didn't. One thing is for sure, she isn't part of our race, and this place is not werewolves' realm. Just the parallel of my world.

She is his heart ruler, who loves him unconditionally and showed him the purest form of love and affection that he tends to let her rule his heart with all the pride and respect for the love he has for her. The End.

His harsh gaze snapped at me. I smiled and sat on the edge of the mattress, "You were saying something, His Majesty." I smirked as I spoke. He couldn't rule over me. I wasn't part of his territory. Though my feelings and the voice of my heart were the opposite of what I was doing right now. He jerked at his tie, staring at me. He unfastened his cufflinks and strode toward me. I narrowed my eyes at him, "Stop," My smile faded when I witnessed his dark smile. He shook his head, "You shouldn't do this. We are going to give them an heir," He said, intensely.

Lysandra’s laughter filled the chamber, “Your denials won’t save you, Freya. We have evidence.” Freya’s voice turned sharp, “Evidence? Or manufactured lies?” Lysandra’s gaze held an icy edge, “Constantine herself declared me as her heir. It’s time you accept that.” Freya’s retort was swift, “Constantine’s trust is not a testament to your worthiness.” Lysandra’s voice was laced with certainty, “It’s all the testament I need.” Freya’s eyes bore into Lysandra’s, unyielding, “You can parade around as the ultimate sorcerer all you want, but I won’t recognize you as such.”

I inquired, turning my face to General Rhodes. “I have a report to make regarding that, my alpha.” General Rhodes replied to me. My face wrinkled as I leaned forward on my chair. “It’s about Freya. The daughter of the traitor.” He continued, and I fell even deeper into a pool of confusion. “And how does the training have anything to do with her?” I asked him, flipping my hands and gently hitting them on my laps. “Alpha Victor. Freya is a curse to this land. Her presence alone is a thorn in our flesh, not to talk of how she is influencing the young wolves to question the pack's rules.” General Rhodes' voice came out sharp and the hall was instantly filled with murmurs.

“No name. No crown. Only vengeance.” “And when he walked, the earth stirred. The dead listened. And the tyrants felt fear for the first time.” “So I ask you, little one— Who rises when history forgets? Who dares when even gods stay silent? The answer will come. And when it does...” “The Rule will break.” *** “When kingdoms fall, the earth remembers. When tyrants rise, the wind listens. But when the forgotten return— The sky holds its breath.” --- Synopsis:

His strong arms stayed locked around me, one hand slowly rubbing up and down my bare back while the other gripped my hip tight like he was reminding me I wasn’t going anywhere. I could hear his heartbeat under my ear, steady and powerful, and it made my stomach flutter with a confusing mix of emotions. Caleb’s fingers traced along my spine as he spoke, his voice low and authoritative right against my hair. “Believe it, Freya. This is our new reality starting right now. You live in my building, you follow every single one of my rules, and when you break them or when I simply decide I want you, this is exactly what will happen.