Frieren Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.”

But it was early in the morning, then I should say 'daymare' that's already from my own vocabulary my mind couldn't think well at the moment. What was he doing in the human world? Did he travel here to get me back to his kingdom? No! I'd rather die than be with him. I'd rather kill myself than be his bride. I yanked my stares to his physical attribute and I couldn't find any loopholes in it, I mean he was perfect just like the one beside me clasping my hand tight. Such a sculpture was perfectly molded by the god of art whoever that was. When he kissed the back of my palm a voltage of electricity traveled to my nerves waking Friya up, she almost wanted to get out. No! She was screaming inside

She just hopes to pass this hurdle with no one getting hurt. Freya who is standing outside Klara’s room sighed for the hundredth time. She didn’t know what happened to the Roselli siblings until she heard Klara’s heart-whelming story. She was totally devastated by her terrible past and didn’t know how to feel about it because Klara was raped yet she forgave the perpetrator.

“I’m just saying. If I were you, I’d be stealing glances right back. But seriously, be careful. Power like his doesn’t come without strings, and you have already had your heart ripped out once.” She hesitated, then smiled a little shyly. “Speaking of complicated… I ran into someone recently. Darius Foster. He’s from one of the rival packs. Warrior type. Quiet, but when he looks at me…” She shook her head. “Cross-pack stuff is basically asking for drama. I know it is stupid, but I can’t stop thinking about him. We have only talked a few times, but it feels… different.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sounds familiar.”

My blood freezes over numerous notifications immediately after the photo upload. "Oops,my bad" Freya's removes her foot. "Me too. Finger slipped" Bridgette giggles deviously.

Just as I pass a locker though, I notice a poster… a poster having Freya’s face printed on it, which quickly catches my eyes and I stop to read the words written under it. In only seconds of reading, I freeze and my eyes widen. Series of useless words bubbling down to one fucking narrative. ‘… Freya Willow, one of our recent transfer students, was revealed to be a fraud. She’s not really an alpha or a high ranking wolf but actually an Omega changing her status through illegal means.’ “What the fuck?” Lucas comments from reading it right by my side just as shocked as I am. What the fuck is this goddamned exaggeration? I lurch my fist forward, smashing into the filer and locker, in the process