Freya Nelson Is His Rule Mga Nobela at Kwento

The other soldier on her left chuckles, "He's nothing but an old man and he doesn't even have an heir" he added, Freya just listened to their conversation. "So what do you want to do? Why are you talking about his rule like you want to stop his rule?" "Of course, he doesn't have an heir and he's way too old and weak and his wife is way beautiful so I can kill him off and make babies with her" "Why would you think of such?" "You don't want to assist me, I'll make you my Beta when the plan is achieved"

Freya tried her best to stay out of everyone's business, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention. The society was ruled with an iron hand, and Freya could feel the fear and oppression that hung heavy in the air. Werewolves were the rulers, and the humans were at their mercy. The name of their ruthless leader was Kael. Kael was a formidable figure, both in his human and werewolf form. In his human form, he stood tall at six feet five inches, with broad shoulders and a muscular build. His chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes gave him a rugged, handsome appearance, but his icy gaze and hard expression hinted at a ruthless demeanor.

I just wonder what that answer is going to be. "You know I want to put that man to death, Freya. Make him suffer before I snuff the life out of him. He saw nakedness of his Alpha King." "And he caught a glimpse of his Luna's nakedness too, Roy. Or have you forgotten that you weren't the only one in the room when he burst in?" "You're reaching, Freya," I said, in a cautionary tone. "And you know that I have not forgotten that." "So you've made a decision on whether you want him caught or not, but you can't accept the help that comes with it?" Freya asked.

"Freya please I am sorry, this is the only option I have. Please don't forgive me after this, you can do anything to me as you please, I am about killing your first child,this is so inhumane" "I hate you Nicole and I promise to end your life before Boss ends mine, I will make sure you love a miserable life and I am damn serious and sure about it. You want me to betray my friend, we've been through a lot already, Freya has suffered alot, I can't kill her child, I just can't"

"Do you know that you talk too much, Darius?" His face twisted into a malevolent sneer. "Oh but I do what I say. As we speak right now, Freya has been captured." As he said that, Nylf catapulted out of the throne room with the critical urgency of a vampire fleeing a burning house to find Freya. "What did you say?" My tone went two pitches lower. He gave me a wolfish grin. "Tell the pup not to bother looking for her. He won't find her. Little bitch couldn't put up a fucking fight. She wasn't even able to stand on her two feet."

“The Crown is more than just a relic. It is a force. A power that binds itself to the strongest vessel. And for whatever reason, it has chosen you.” The room fell into silence. Sienna’s expression darkened. “So what does that mean? That he’s supposed to—what? Rule? Fight? Die?” Rael’s gaze flickered toward her. “It means he must learn to control it before it controls him.” The words sent a cold shiver down my spine. Freya crossed her arms. “And if he doesn’t?” Rael didn’t hesitate. “Then he won’t be the only one who suffers. The Crown’s power is not meant to exist unchecked. If he loses himself to it, entire packs could fall. Kingdoms could burn.”

Freya whimpers, her lip quivering. I look at her, and she has the guiltiest, saddest expression. I silently ask if it’s okay to come closer. Freya nods, and I bend beside her, taking her hand into mine. I am surprised she lets me, but I don’t say anything about it. “It’s alright, you didn’t know. No one does besides our ranked members. Wyatt wanted us to have no secrets between us. That’s one of his most important rules.” I explain, rubbing her hand.

“Our Lord isn’t as cheerful as the rest of the leaders. He was really against any of his children even coming here. He fears they may lack food.” Though she nodded her head in understanding, her eyes did not peel themselves off Freya’s body. “So we have a good chance of capturing the flag?” Ayra asked. Freya’s skin pricked with the stare from Alana. Never had she ever been thrown into a situation where she could not speak due to the effects of a pair of eyes. She was the princess of Thaymor, the land of the elves, known for her promiscuity and charisma. This was utterly new.

“It is recognizing her.” The light around my name intensified. The title Third Authority formed clearly in the hidden script. My breath shook. “I will not rule,” I said firmly. “You already are,” the newborn god answered. The truth in his voice cut deep. “I am stabilizing,” I corrected. “That is the rule.” “No. The rule is command. Control. Enforcement.” “And what is stability?” he pressed gently. “Protection.” “Through power.” The words felt heavy. Kieran stepped closer to me.