Mercer Frey Novels & Stories

He hadn’t approached her again, but the brief eye contact between them had been enough to send signals. “Catherine,” Frey said smoothly, interrupting my thoughts. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet.” I turned as he gestured toward an older couple, elegantly dressed, both tall, with bronze-toned skin and the kind of poise that came from decades of building something from nothing. They smiled with warm professionalism, the woman’s pearl necklace catching the chandelier’s glow like dew on a spider web. “This is Lucas Hernández,” Frey said. “CEO of the recently privatised Air Mexico, and one of our longest-standing international allies.”

Freya screamed, her hands shaking on the document. “But—” Freya frowned, realizing something. “It doesn’t have to be you.” Kenneth only hummed as he took his seat at the table. He stared at her, eyes cold. “What a relief.” Inner Devil 2: ‘I think he’s mad.’ Freya’s brows knitted. “Look, I said I’m sorry. I overreacted. You have to understand the pressure I’m under right now. The jewelry company has been my life since I was twenty-four. Even before that, I’d already set my eyes on it. I knew it was my destiny.”

Who said that acting independently was easy stuff? "I know what you can do. I miss you so much." "Me too." Dante Ian was the biggest jerk to ever walk on planet Earth, and he carried that title like an achievement. The only relaxing thing was that Freya knew it wasn't personal. He was just a dick who did a phenomenal job, making tons of dollars and surpassing every single talented businessman that has been in the game way longer than the others. Differences aside, she'd learned new things from her new job, but a dick nonetheless. And speaking of penises, contrary to her impression from what she knew about him, he'd kept his tucked firmly inside his slacks all so far.

Ancient power rippled violently through the forest as Eros wrapped one hand around the man’s throat. “Who sent you?” The mercenary struggled uselessly. “You’re already too late.” Eros’s eyes sharpened dangerously. “For what?” The man smiled despite the fear in his face. “She’s remembering.” Then suddenly blood spilled from his mouth. Freya’s eyes widened. The mercenary collapsed instantly. Dead. Poison. Eros released the body slowly, expression turning colder than before. Freya stared at the corpse. “He killed himself.” “He was silenced.” The answer came instantly.

Especially with the way Trinity had been so focused on her after their conversation yesterday. She recognized who Trinity waved at as ‘Cambridge Super Nerd’ Hardin McDonald. He was well known for his smartness, although he was called a nerd he looked nothing like one. He looked taller up close, looking really good in a blue shirt folded up his sleeves and well ironed tailored trousers, with a matching black sneaker. Hardin smiled at Trinity. Holy cow, he was coming this way and for some reason looking at her. She rubbed her arm anxiously pinching her skin to see if this was some crazy dream, but nope she’s awake.

“If anything, the only crime you’ve committed is by doing a poor job of vetting your opponents. You assumed a human was weaker than you.” “Senior,” interjected the orange Drogar, “may I?” The jade Drogar nodded, and the orange one stepped forward to continue. She raised her chin a little and puffed out her chest as she spoke. “The human you’ve been dueling is a mercenary with the callsign Freya. Her mercenary partner is Raijin, who’s standing right over there. These two are perhaps the most dangerous humans you’ve ever met. Had you known that, you might not have been so eager to jump into a fight with either of them.

There was a soft knock on the door and a young boy appeared, "Is the Archon Alpha back to normal?" Dom turned around, "Yes, Freyge. You may come in." Freyge was the healer werewolf, an omega of the pack who tended to the werewolf’s health. What he couldn’t match in combat, he provided in healing. Freyge stepped into the room and surveyed Valencia silently. “How’s the wound now?”

Do tell Maleficus it is urgent". I manage to tell her before she turned her back completely out of my sight. Freyah was a good and talented witch, the younger sister of Maleficus. Her age is not far from him. They were old, older than me. But because of the nature's gift and her knowledge towards all sorts of medicines she have maintained her younger looking body and face. Only Maleficus does not want to alter his looks so much. Maleficus looks old but his strength is equivalent to a young wolf.He is particularly just plain and simple then he dedicated his entire life helping the people of their needs.

Mendoza begged hoarsely, crawling backward. Freya said nothing for a long time before she bolted out of the office. Acting like they wanted would only confirm everyone she was the week omega they knew. Freya didn't want to be the person who needed others to help her get revenge. If she was going to make Mendoza, she'd do it on her terms and by herself. Rose and Cleopatra glanced at each other when Freya walked out of the room. After two minutes, Rose walked up to Mendoza and kicked her slightly, “Get up. Freya just declared you free.”