Frieren Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"You don't mean…" "Hot and heavy sex," Frieda grinned as Xenia felt her breath leaving her lungs. SEX! WITH A WEREWOLF!

An unspoken connection seemed to form, setting in motion a dance of unspoken emotions that tethered them together. As the resonance of this shared moment lingered, Rierie, a furry interloper, materialized seemingly out of thin air, intruding upon the scene with an insatiable curiosity. In an unanticipated diversion, Alexander's attention pivoted from Chloe to the playful canine spirit that manifested amidst the remnants of the culinary mishap. Scooping up the diminutive creature into his embrace, he indulged in a bout of playful tickles, offering affectionate endearments.

A tootsie roll tree? "There he remains,for the past few centuries nursing his wounds and building his army of Noir.He hopes to regain enough strength to once again rule over Opa." Another swipe of Freia.Another slice of heaven on my tongue.I snapped off a piece of delicious looking croissant and bite in.I forgot how to walk.Which was perfectly fine as long as I remembered how to chew and swallow.Maybe I should just move here.Forget college,forget my tiny little apartment off campus and just eat my life away.Ah,what a beautiful little fantasy.Ulrik once again grabs my arm to pull me along and once again, pop goes my bubble.I pull my arm out of his grasp and I want to yell but my mouth is othe

Freya's POV Xaden exhaled sharpy and ran his hand through his damp hair and said those two, cruel words. “No.” I blinked. “Excuse me?” “No, Freya. My answer is no,” he replied. “I can't accept your rejection. I won't.” A cold, sick feeling twisted in my stomach. “You don't get to decide that after what you've done!” He took a step closer, his presence a force that dominated but I refused to shrink from. “Actually I do, Freya. A rejection has to be mutual for the mating bond to be broken completely.”

Perhaps, because he is a pure human that needs to at least be trained in hand-to-hand combat so he could defend himself if any dark entity appear inside the place. Frix is already past his first shifting year, assuming he is one of those they called ‘normies’ that failed to shift into werewolves—possibly because of having a half-blooded werewolf father and a human mother. “What’s so funny now, Faery?” I didn’t notice Xeno is already at my back, his brows in deep furrow as he examines why I am grinning so wide while the rest of the team looks so stressed and pressured. Frix got alarmed that Xeno might lash something on me so he stepped up to reason out for my stead. “Uhh, sir, I-I think it’s

Reaching out, Ryder steadies my shaking hands as he pulls me closer. "What?" I watch Freya walk over and slip her hands around my waist, and pull at my pants. "Yeah, apparently she tore up all the clothes with Osric and Jonathan's scent, making a nest. Harley says it's her lycan instincts now the barrier is down." Ryder shrugs, grabbing the edges of my shirt he lifts it up over my head tosses it in the corner.

Freya finally found me sitting on the edge of the fountain, sipping fruit punch that didn’t taste like fruit or punch. “There you are!” she said, plopping down beside me. “I’ve been looking everywhere. Did you and Soren—” she wiggled her eyebrows— “have fun before he left?” I choked on my drink. “Freya!” “What? He came all the way to surprise you, didn’t he? And then he left? That doesn’t sound like Soren.” I sighed. “He had to go. Full moon stuff.” Freya blinked. “Full moon? He’s a hybrid. The moon shouldn’t affect him.”

I stared hard at him, trying to hold back the anger boiling inside me. “Are you serious right now?” My voice came out cold. “After everything I’ve done for this coven, after all the risks I’ve taken… you’re standing here telling me I’ve changed?” Before he could answer, Freya beat him to it. “Max is right,” she said, her voice soft but serious. All the playfulness in her face was gone. “You’ve changed, Cross. You’re not the same. You’re softer now. More rule abiding as if afraid that if you make one wrong move, you will get thrown back into exile.”

“I’m glad, I'm not the same anymore, Friesaa. Everything’s changed. People look at me like I’m some kind of goddess, a curse or a freak. Or both.” She touched my arm gently. “Well, they should. You did something no one else could. That’s power, babe. Don’t be ashamed of it.” I stared into her eyes, searching for judgment… but found none. Just the girl who always believed in me. Even when I didn't. Friessa looked around the class, then back at me with a smirk. “So, which one of your stepbrothers is giving you that dazed, post-apocalyptic glow now?”

I watched him walk away for a second,the way he moved with so much confidence, before I slammed the door shut and leaned my back against it, clicking the lock into place. “Jasmine!” Freya cried out the second the lock clicked. She dropped her phone on the bed and practically vibrated with excitement. “How was it? Tell me everything! How was your first kiss with a Triplet?” I knew I couldn’t deny it. Even if I wanted to lie, Freya was a werewolf with a full sense of smell. She didn't need to hear the details to know exactly what had been happening in the room. She could smell the desire, the heat, and the lingering scent of Caspian all over me.