Frieren Crossover Fanfiction Romane & Geschichten

And as the night passed and we lay side by side under the stars, Freya turned to me and whispered, “No more running.” I kissed her. “No more.” But just before dawn, I woke with a jolt. Freya was shaking beside me, eyes glowing with terror. “I saw it again,” she whispered. “The future. The battle.” “And?” She swallowed. “I was different. Not just stronger. Bigger. Glowing. My fur was pure silver. I wasn’t a wolf. I was… something more. Something divine.” I waited, heart pounding. “And Veyrix was falling. Dying. But—”

Without wasting any further second, he wrapped his mouth against one of her areolas and gave it a harsh suck. “Aah…..” Cyra wrapped her arms around him tightly, while moaning in pleasure, and hearing her sweet moan, he nibbled on her areola, making her hiss in pain, but her core throbbed at the same time. Cyra grabbed his hair to pull his mouth away from torturing her so sinfully. Their gazes fastened. Zaiden pushed his face closer to hers while grabbing the hem of her panties. “I am already a villain in your story so…..” he ripped her panties out of her body. Cyra gulped.

He crossed his arms and turned away from his friend. Keenan swept his gaze around. His brows furrowed. He turned his attention to the cafeteria lady who was now receiving Blake’s payment. “Hi, Keenan.” He glanced at the speaker. ‘Freya Amparo.’ He only nodded at her. Freya’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. She expected him to take the opportunity to chat with her. Since she heard the rumors about him liking her, she wanted to confirm it. She was very flattered just to have her name entangled with his.

“We don’t even know where we’re going.” “We’ll figure it out,” Kian says, a low growl in his voice. He pointedly hands the bottle to Malix, even as my hand keeps hanging in the air over the coffee table. Gritting my teeth before I leap across the table and throttle him, I shove my hand in the pretzel bag and grab a few. “There’s another witch just across the border,” Frost says. “We could be there by early afternoon tomorrow.” “No,” Kian barks. “No more witches. And definitely no border crossing. We don’t need the government knowing our location because we went through border patrol.”

Who would want to leave this heaven-like place where there was a boss like Zaiden? He is a murderer, Aria, my subconscious reminded me. "Aria, your best friend called my assistant, Daniel yesterday," Zaiden spoke up, making my head snap in his direction. "Why did Freja call your assistant and for what reason? Is my mom okay?" I asked, feeling worried now. "How did Freja get Daniel's number in the first place?" Freja was my long-distant cousin, but she was my best friend at first. Since I had to move to California from New York, Freja decided to live with my mom and take care of her. She was really a loyal friend.

She hissed. I yanked my hand free. “Save it, Isabella,” I snapped, then broke into a run. I followed Theron’s scent, weaving through the back doors and out into the garden. There, beneath the lanterns hung above the rose arch, Theron stood face to face with Kaiden. “I need you to know who she truly is.” Kaiden began. “Freya used to be my girlfriend until we broke up after she found out about my relationship with Isabella.”

Croix chuckled, rubbing harder and then slipped three fingers inside of me thrusting hard in and out. “Fuck baby, you’re goddamn wet.” He groaned near my ear. “What will your precious fiancé do when he sees you fucked hard and all wet for your stepbrother, hmm? He’d be petrified and maybe hard on seeing you looking so good being my whore.” I moaned then gritted my teeth. He alternated rhythm pushing me to the edge. Just when he started moving his fingers faster and I finally felt the incoming orgasm, he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean.

He frowned deeply, turned on his heel, and marched toward the door, muttering under his breath, “Motherfucker.” ‎ ‎I laughed again as the door slammed behind him. I knew I was right — Adrian could read me too well. I wanted Ren. I was going to have Ren. Married or not. ‎ ‎Then I caught myself. ‎I exhaled slowly, running a hand through my hair. 'You just talked about fate,' I reminded myself silently, 'and now you’re trying to steal someone on their wedding day.' ‎ ‎I smiled darkly at my reflection. ‎Still… I wasn’t going to miss this for the world.

She fucked me, bespelled me, and almost ruined my life with a fucking smile on her face. So when Catherine finally initiated the dream-pairing, I left the Blue Hill Pack and joined the Hollowbane Pack—even though it cost me the love and respect of my pack. But I can’t escape what I’ve done. There isn’t enough distance in the world to wash the blood from my hands. The blood of Freya.

“Kaiden saved us both.” I bit my lower lips summoning all the courage I could gather. "He saved us from You Alan." Alan’s eyes softened almost pitying. “That’s not true.” That was the last straw. My hands shook as I reached for the basket of fruit and hurled it at him. Apples and oranges scattered across the floor, the basket clattering against his leg. “Get out!” I screamed. “I don’t want to see your face ever again!” He didn’t move for a moment. Just stood there, bleeding, breathing heavily. Then he said quietly, “Freya. You've changed a lot, so much you don’t know what’s real anymore.”