Frieren Chapter 60 Novels & Stories

So you thought the only way you could survive down here was to conceal yourself, huh? That's too bad, buddy! I don't let anyone slip by! Taking advantage of the fact that it was coiled up, I quickly cut off its head before it could discover I had found it. It was immediately followed by a terrifying scream, which even scared the life out of me. The head screamed after it was detached from its body? How weird is that?! [You have slain level 6 Choldrith] Weak! This is an evolved monster? For now, I'll just grab a bite here since everything else has been reduced to dust.

🌠 And now, into Part 69—our penultimate chapter, where reflection meets revelation. With echoes archived and voices gently shifting, Franc reveals a mural that’s been hidden, crafted slowly in solitude. It holds the memories of every chapter, every silence, every soft revolution. This is a love letter disguised as art.

Ingrid muttered beside me, grabbing my sleeve just in time to pull me aside. I stumbled back, eyes widening as a tray of food…laden with what looked like smoked sausages, eggs, and a towering stack of pastries went flying through the air. It crashed to the floor, splattering across the stone, the silver platter spinning like a coin before clattering to a stop. My gaze snapped up just in time to see two boys at the center of the chaos, mid-transformation, their bodies jerking with uncontrolled energy, claws where fingers should be, their faces twisted in partial snouts, eyes glowing faintly with that eerie golden light. One of them snarled, knocking over another tray, the sound sharp and gutt

I say and smile. "Now, don't stress yourself and go take a shower. You stinky." She said and walk out of my room. ________________________________________________________________________________ How's chapter 6? I hope you guys like it Don't forget to Vote Comments Share ***** Much love from me Little Munchkin

A young boy in a beanie sitting on the opposite side of the one-eared man grumbled at him in an annoyed tone. "Cocky or not, do you want to find out? Little Freja." Herick radiated a sparkling yellow aura around him. Then the three waiters standing not far away started to have a twinkle of yellow glow in their eyes, and all of them harmoniously charged at Freja, trying to break his neck. Without looking, Freja extended his arm behind his back and crushed their skulls all at once with his bare hands. "Do you want to die today? You, cleft ear."

“Let’s go and find the cure then miss?” “Lory,” Frix, who was drinking water from his tumbler gagged, spraying the water from his mouth in surprise, and coughed. [Oh, god, Frix! Hold yourself together!] [Is it really necessary to lie like that?!] [Shut up!] William squinted a little and sighed. “Fine. We have to be quick before the Wyverns come back here,”

Please, just stop discussing me… Frey and Xia exchanged a glance, chatted a little longer, and then said they had to leave. After he left, I slowly chewed on three pieces of Haidren meat—two hundred Vidas per slice—and drank half of my Sky-Deer milk. Just as I set down my knife and fork to tell them it was time to leave, I suddenly heard someone behind me speak: “Is it really that good?” “It really is. The roasted Haidren meat is done perfectly.” It was Frey speaking.

The roar of the twenty thousand fans began to fade behind the heavy double doors, but the war was not over. Down on the red line, the medical staff was lifting Fenrir Vane onto his feet. His face was a ruined mass of dark purple bruises and fresh blood, his broken nose leaking red down his silver jersey. He was completely dizzy, supported by two assistant coaches, but as he looked toward the dark tunnel where I was being dragged away, a sick, terrifying smile crossed his bloody lips. He raised his head, his sharp senses catching the faint, sweet trace of honey that was still hanging in the freezing air around the center circle. He knew. Even through the pain of his broken jaw, he had finally

Jucel hissed and pulled her back to blend with the participants. A man moved to the center to check on the unconscious Gūrenn. He was a stocky man with a long black beard. Chloe's eyes immediately recognized him. "Master Froilan," Chloe muttered under her breath. Jucel hummed beside her. Probably she recognized the master who replaced Teacher Ailene at the Krystalline Academy. But, why was he here? "Who did this?" Master Froilan asked in a loud, broken voice. Chloe realized that it was his natural croaking voice. Almost as if he was a frog. She couldn't help smirking at her own joke. "I said, who did this?" he bellowed.

Freya “I can’t guarantee that it will work, but I will do everything I can to get you out of here with me.” Cali uttered from her cage once the room was empty, and I offered a small smile, if money was truly all these guys cared about then there was a chance it would work, or at least it would if there was even the smallest shred of honour in the men, but I doubted it, I wasn’t holding out much hope, that was for sure.