Frieda Attack On Titan Novels & Stories

That was why Maftah shot a death glare at each of his soldiers. Watching many people still stand on his opposite, Hayden's lips twitched annoyingly. His brow furrows deeper as his eyes met Fuschia's unwavering eyes among the crowd. 'That ungrateful b*tch. I will show you that you are wrong!’ Hayden tightened his grip on his rein. Then his eyes shone dangerously toward Fuschia. He was about to open his mouth, but, "ATTACK!" Fuschia's call preceded Hayden's call in the attack as she started dropping a huge ball of ice from the sky.

Fiadh said and exited the room. “Where are Dara and Agatha, maybe they can do something to help,” I asked with desperation. “They are with Alpha Colin, Luna. Luna Freya was killed in the attack,” Siobhan said softly with tears streaming down her face. I gasped in shock. “I don’t understand, she was still in the packhouse when I went out to fight,” I replied with a fresh wave of tears and grief. “Luna Freya went out to help get the elderly and children to the packhouse. She was running with Annie and Lizzy and had a toddler in her arms. She never saw the attacker coming,” Siobhan sobbed out.

Cedrik concentrated all his alpha energy into a single blow, ripping the iron structure from its hinges. The scene that greeted him was one of surreal silence. Freya stood there, surrounded by a faint light still emanating from her skin, while Isolde cowered in a corner, her eyes wide with the terror of having faced the divine. But the moment Cedrik's golden eyes met Freya's, the world around them vanished. The prince, covered in the blood of traitors and the soot of destruction, let out a low growl, a sound carrying the weight of an agony that had just been relieved.

Lust stirred under the stirrups of Wotan’s faded blue trousers, and he grinned at his wild wife. “Free, a drink for your parched ember, from your golden lap,” Wotan winked. Freida grinned, her strawberry blonde hair, peach skin, and freckles aglow as her eyes glowed like copper. “Not my lap – my sword.” Freida, Warrior Mother of the pantheons of the Northern Holds and land of midnight sun, took her blade – shaped like a longsword – it’s opal flesh shining like moonlight out of its gold and ruby hilt, and pressed the tip of razors and ravens claws gently into her grizzled grey harreled hoary husband’s lip, drawing blood.

The Black Ice bolt hissed through the air, aimed straight for her throat. Freya didn't dodge. She reached out and caught the bolt in mid-air. The wood and iron ignited instantly, turning to ash in her grip before the cold of the Black Ice could even touch her skin. And then... She lunged. She was a blur of white and gold. She was at Darius’s side before he could reload. Her hand slammed into his chest, not a punch, but a release of pure thermal energy. Darius didn't even have time to scream as he was propelled backward, his armor melting into his skin, crashing through the heavy oak doors of the barracks.

I just smiled at everyone as they all looked at me. I looked at the throne and saw someone seated there, it was Ferdinand, the vampire-werewolf father of the Skylers. But then I noticed someone far away, standing on the bridge, it was Freeda. I teleported there and she was surprised to see me. "Where are you going Freeda?" I asked her. "I'm going home," she answered, a bitter smile forming on her lips. "You're not staying here?" I asked here then she nodded. "I do not belong here and I'm still a human being that needs to go back into the world of humans," she said. I can't remember anything that happened here so I wanna ask here. "What happened in here?" I asked, then she looked at the river

They never truly got to know her. “Don’t say my name with that filthy mouth of yours.” Gasps resounded. All I could do was smile widely. That’s my woman. “Fred…” Before he could complete her name, she pounced on him. Her fangs sank into the side of his neck. I thought it would be difficult for her to defeat him, but she didn’t even have to put in any effort before he was lying on the floor. The rest of his men ran to his side. Freda didn’t stop there. She looked down at Adrian. “I don’t want to see you anywhere near my family. And I have nothing to do with the Sun Blood Pack. You should stay the heck away from me.”

The iron-clad woman who had threatened Avery just hours ago was now just a mother clinging to her child’s hand. Titan’s throat hitched. She tried to speak, but her voice was a dry rasp. After a few sips of water offered by a nurse, she looked at Anthony, then at Avery, who was standing by the door. “It... it wasn’t just her,” Titan whispered. “What do you mean, darling? Taylor attacked you. We all saw the aftermath,” Freya said, her voice filled with fake sympathy. She was leaning over the bed, acting as if she hadn’t been calling Taylor a murderer just minutes prior.

As it swung open, everyone froze in shock. "Bring her out!" Ean barked. One guard hesitated. "Mr. Smith, the freezer... It seems to have turned on." Ean's expression twisted in anger. "What do you mean turned on? Are you trying to shirk responsibility?" He stepped forward, the cold air hitting him like a physical blow, sending chills down everyone's spine. His face went pale. "Madeline, don't think that this will make me forgive you. Get out here!"

She actually did that. Another attack came instantly. Freya turned sharply, power surging beneath her skin again while silver light formed instinctively around her body like armor made from moonlight itself. The battlefield blurred. Screams. Snow. Divine energy tearing through the mountains. Eros fought like destruction itself several feet away. No hesitation. No mercy. Every celestial reaching Freya died before touching her. The sight should have frightened her. Instead something inside her understood with terrifying clarity. This was the monster grief created centuries ago after Lealla died.