Frieza Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Zara… she was cut by it.” Her face turned into something I had not seen before. Her lips shook open, then she gasped bringing her hand to her mouth “Oh no.” I repeated myself like a chant, “It’s fine. She’s fine. Just a little cut. I bandaged her up. It stopped bleeding.” But she didn’t relax. “No, Freya. This is bad. Very, very bad.” Now she was scaring me. “What are you saying?” She swallowed as her voice dropped low. “That vase… Zac is obsessed with it.”

she answered, spitting the words into the prince’s face despite the terror gleaming deep in her pupils. Cedrik felt a twisted surge of admiration. He tightened his grip on her wrists, feeling her racing pulse beneath his fingers—an undeniable proof that, though she defied him, her body recognized the predator that had cornered her. Freya’s resistance was not merely physical; it was an affront to his lineage, his Alpha status, and the war he led. Yet the more she fought, the more he felt the need to have her under his control—not as another corpse among many, but as something he needed to unravel, possess, and eventually dominate.

I guess it's an improvement. "She will join us as we discuss our battle strategy. I have multiple spies watching Freya closely. It seems most of her army is dependant on Kryo as he's the one that created those earth monsters. As for Freya, she's taken the mind of a few creatures - like once before..." I drawl, my gaze flickering to Olvia. "Chris..." She murmurs, was that his name? I can't seem to remember. "Who's Chris?!" Alpha Dane hisses, Olivia barely flinches.

she added. Suddenly, Javia pulled me, and I felt as if I had left Fralia’s body. I turned around, and my suspicion was right. I smiled at her, then I hugged her, and Joy hugged her too. Fradilo approached us, then he looked at his sister, and she just smiled at him. “I am very grateful,” Javia said. “It’s nothing, Javia. But will I still see Joy?” asked Fralia. “It’s Saphire, Princess Fralia, and yes, you can see her, and you are welcome to my world,” she said to her, giving her a smile.

I pulled apart from the hug and snarled at her, “Don't say such rubbish, idiot.” “Oh, you are Zaiden, right?” Freja ignored me and went forward to shake hands with Zaiden who was just happy to see me happy. “I am Freja, Aria's best friend, if you didn't forget.” “Of course, how can I forget you?” Zaiden shook his hand with her and maintained a polite smile. “You actually look like a Greek god,” Freja complimented and I elbowed her in the stomach while Zaiden stifled a laugh.

No wonder where Xeenalah inherited her skills too. In Freyia's point of view, even though she hates hanging with or even clinging with Klein, she can't deny that Klein is really a good accompany. Well, a joker, handsome and got that perfect body. She can definitely proclaimed herself as a lucky woman. Because of sudden flashbacks in Klein's mind, he can't control himself but to smile. He can't deny that he likes Freyia ever since too. But he has no plans to confess to her. He's contented with this.

Anxious and afraid Zaria would leave him, he took it all out on her. Zaria stayed silent, endured every word and every hit she took. She constantly saw news about Cronous, the man she loved, and he was shining so brightly without her. “Maybe it was for the best…” she told herself. Little did she know, Cronus Fauler drowned in obsession, doing everything he could to get her back. (End of Flashback)

"And your real soldiers are locked up in jail. Do you think Diego would die for you?" I stared at her, wondering what she was talking about. "What do you mean, woman?" She smiled, seeing that she had caught mi interest and she drew closer to me on the bed. "I would tell you all you need to know," Freya smiled. Her tongues slithered as she spoke. "Then tell me now," I urged on. "Not yet," She smiled. "It's been a long day and I need a massage." She dragged the zipper of her gown down and it fell off her slender body. Her long red hair cascaded down her back and as I stared at the nude body of the new form she had taken, I felt my member harden.

Freya uttered, getting off the bed. “Tell me.” Ariel smiled. “I am going to his house tonight.” Freya started and then Ariel looked at her with raised brows. “Calm down, I don't like men at all, remember?” Freya smirked and then continued. “I am going to his house as a maid tonight, and I will prepare him a drink with Viagra. Then you can come in and you two would have sex. We both know you don't have a womb but you can pretend to be pregnant. He would have no choice.” Freya smiled, in love with her plan.

I spat, disgusted. “Look at the prince getting all jealous.” Frey laughed, walking over from doing rounds. “If I told you once I told you a thousand times, just call me Tyr.” I scolded him. “And what if he was going after Ari?” Frey, who had just taken a swig of whiskey, spit it out laughing hysterically, “if he tried anything with Ari, he would lose a couple hundred pounds and be nothing but ash.” Ezryn nodded in agreement, “She would reduce him to embers if he tried to touch any of them, and Akasha isn’t no pushover either.”