Frieren Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Only now I didn’t want to shift, the desire to go for a run had disappeared, for both Shay and I, instead I was very intrigued with finding out everything I could about Damian’s naked body. I had a basic understanding of sex, I knew the mechanics of it all but I had never kissed a man, let alone touched one, so the sudden desire to run my fingers down his chest and along the length of his very hard erection was as startling to me as anything else so far. “Freya, baby, I need you to shift before I do something that you’re maybe not ready for.” He stated but his voice was different, deeper, raspy, sexy and I shivered as the words washed over me because all I could think about was what exactly

The delicate touch of Tritan's fingers grazing over a small cut on Finrir's palm broke through his reverie, reminding him of the vulnerability he felt. Unable to contain his desire any longer, Finrir intertwined their fingers and pulled Tritan close, aiming to share an intimate kiss. To his surprise, Tritan turned his face to the side, but instead of rejection, Tritan wrapped his arms around Finrir, exploring the expanse of his back. In that moment, Finrir's eyes widened as he felt the hint of his own arousal brush against Tritan through the wraps they both wore around the upper part of their tails. Tritan momentarily stiffened, but his unwavering determination to examine every inch of Finri

Her face turned red with anger. Compared to her, I was much calmer. "Would you forgive your son's fiancée if she got married to someone else on the day of your funeral? You're the one with the wishful thinking. Do you really think you can return to me after doing something like this? You must be dreaming." "Do you really want to break up with me over this?" Helen knew she was in the wrong. She took a step backward with a pale face. I was not really affected by what she did.

Without waiting for my response, my niece darted toward Freya, leaving me no choice but to follow. Freya looked up, startled from her reverie by Cici's approach. "Hello there," she greeted Cici warmly, then glanced up at me with a polite nod. "Alpha Xander." "Luna Freya," I returned the formal greeting, studying her face. Up close, I could see the faint shadows beneath her eyes, the slight strain around her smile. My wolf's protective instincts stirred uncomfortably. Cici, oblivious to the undercurrents, thrust her kite forward proudly. "We're going to fly this! Do you want to come with us?"

The fun I will have with Kat and my Bridge, Gia. After getting my fill of the feast at my side, I decided to go and freshen up before I meet Gia and announce the start of the attacks. Looking at the rows of tailored clothes in my walk-in closet, I decided upon a fitted pair of black leather pants, a red t-shirt that presses tightly against my muscles, and a black blazer jacket. I want my Bridge to soak her panties when she sees me. I placed my recently sharpened pair of tourné knives into my belt buckle and went through the secret passage from my bedroom to Gia’s new room. The moment I rounded the corner and opened the door to her room, her scent once again overpowered me and sent waves of p

My heart raced as I stepped into my bedroom, only to find Drenver standing there, his presence like a sudden chill in the air. Panic surged through me, my mind reeling with a whirlwind of emotions. "What are you doing here?" I demanded, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and anger. Drenver's expression was unreadable; his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "Friah, we need to talk," he said, his voice low and urgent.

Freya’s gaze swept the bedroom, instantly landing on me. I stood by the edge of the bed, trembling in Xavier’s half-buttoned black shirt, my hair wild and my lips visibly swollen from his kisses. The rich, sweet scent of an Omega’s surrender hung heavy and undeniable in the air. Freya’s eyes dropped to the floor, tracking the trail of my discarded clothes, before snapping back up to my face. The corners of her lips curled into a vicious, disdainful sneer. She didn't look heartbroken—she looked disgusted that a cockroach had stepped onto her property.

The return of normalcy after those three stolen days felt like a cage closing around them. Victor was back, full of stories from Chicago and new deals to celebrate. The mansion buzzed with staff and business calls, but underneath it all, Freya felt like she was drowning in two realities. One where she was her father’s cherished daughter. The other where she was Draven Cross’s secret obsession — the woman he fucked like he’d die without her, the woman he whispered “I love you” to in the dark.