Frieren Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

He flung the papers at me, cutting me short. "I don't want to hear any other thing from your mouth." I sobbed as I got back up to my feet holding my documents. "I didn't say you could stand up bitch. Crawl out." Freya smirked. I refused to listen to her and tried to run out but she caught up with me and shoved me to the floor. "I said crawl!" "Lay a finger on my fiance again and I will ruin you and everyone who knows you." The cold scary voice came from the door.

Her arms were crossed, lips curled into a smile that held no warmth. “So this is where liars still show their faces,” Wendy said loudly. Laughter erupted. Of course everyone was encouraging Wendy. Freya tried to walk past them. “That’s her,” someone said. “The girl who tried to destroy Xander Savage.” “She thought she had a chance,” another scoffed. “Delusional peanut photographer.” Freya felt her throat tighten. She focused on the pavement, counting her steps. Then something hit her shoulder. The smell reached her after the hit, it was sour, nauseating. A rotten egg burst against her sweater, yellow slime dripping down her arm.

Freya closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Every inch that Vincenzo went down made Freya's heart chump a little harder. Vincenzo's hands had succeeded in pulling off her panties. Freya let Rufus's lyrics wash over her mind. The song had never made more sense to her. If the world were coming to an apocalyptic, catadysmic end, this is exactly where she'd want to be: with Vincenzo. She opened her eyes and found him looking down at her.

She ran back into the house carefully and straight into Damon legs who was sitting on the couch reading a book to Max. "Daddy, Max look. It's cold white fluff from the sky." Damon stared at her eyes filling with tears and mouth agape in surprise. Max replied to her saying it was called snow as Clary took a seat beside Damon a squeezed his hand in excitement. Freya was starting to feel like part of the family and Damon and Clary couldn't be happier as they loved her just as much as they loved Max. After that, Freya loved being outdoors and she became less shy and quiet. She was constantly talking and running about which meant she got injured quite a lot as although her bones had improved in s

I rasped, “I don’t fucking care. I’ll come inside you and fill you up with my cream!” The release hit like a storm. Hot spurts coated the pillow as I shuddered, growling her name over and over. Fenrir howled in triumph inside me as I let my cream out, painting the pillow. Panting, I collapsed. The afterglow washed over me like a brief warmth against the ache of her absence. But then, reality crept back in. "Fenrir," I murmured in a breathless and rough tone, "If we can figure out how to help her shift, I'm going to make her ours. I swear it. No more fantasies. I want the real thing now."

Elias yelled at her. “I can only treat Jeri like my sister if she promises not to do anything that will not hurt Darien. And talking about my Darien not giving me attention, father, let me bear my cross. I know what I want, and I'm not giving up until I achieve it. Even if Darien marries today, I will do everything possible to put an end to the marriage and make him my man. This isn't a joke, father.” Freya spat out, showing no hint of jokes in her words.