Liquid Freya Novels & Stories

Finally, he had done it. Freya rolled her eyes, lowering her staff to glare at his reaction. "Listen up, if you can hit me like that again, I'll take you out for the end party of our city festival. We use this special powder from Draekon scales that creates this colourful burst in the sky, it's beautiful." "Are you asking me out?" Valor grinned at her. Freya rolled her eyes, "Don't make me hit you again. You only have one hour, so let's do this."

She pointed to the rice container. “You don’t have a fridge here?” Jackson asked. Freya shook her head. “There are biscuits and fruit in the rice container. Then the mineral water is placed there next to the sink. Get your water at the gallon of wilkins there, because water in the water jug is from the artesian well. Have a good night, Jackson. I’ll leave you now.” Freya yawned again. When Freya entered the room... “Looks like I’ll be up tonight.” Jackson took out his cell phone and played Mobile Legends. When he got tired of playing on his cell phone, he fixed his bed and lay down on it.

My eyes widened when I heard that Freya was still alive, but she was used as some sort of hooker. “What are the chances she will be here tonight?” I asked, leaning forward. “What are the chances that she is going to be brought in here as one of the women that I will need to sleep with?” He shrugged. “I don’t know, Alpha, but we should know what she looks like to choose her from the rest of the girls.” I shook my head. “It’s been a while, but I might know her from her scent.” He shook his head. “That’s the thing, Alpha. They are covered in herbs and spices. You can’t trace them.”

I grounded out. Thorne shook his head. “You claim you want to protect Lyra, then you must know that the blade is made specifically for her. It doesn't matter what you believe. It is real.” I rubbed a hand over my face and rolled my eyes. “Fine. Let's say that blade is what they say it is; I still won't sacrifice Lyra to keep myself safe.” “She is a Chimera,” Thorne bellowed. “She is a creature of the ancient. You have no idea the kind of powers she wields.”

Freya walked in, her expression a mixture of hesitation and forced politeness. “Tatia,” she began, her tone unusually soft. “I mean… Lady Tatia. I wanted to apologize for earlier. I was out of line, and I’m sorry.” I straightened, my hands still on the mortar and pestle. “You’ve already apologized,” I said flatly, “but I accept.” Freya nodded quickly, her eyes darting around the room before landing on the table where my tools were laid out. “I also wanted to ask about the leaf I brought you. The moonshade. Have you used it yet?”