Mercer Frey Skyrim Novels & Stories

“What do you think I am?” She heaved a big sigh. “The assassin!” She laughed and fell back. “Flarry must have told you a lot about me.” Arya nodded. “He says you're one he can barely defeat no matter what, but will surely defeat if he's consistent.” Freya shook her head. “He lied! I will chop off his head if he's consistent in attacking me. I am merciless!!!” “Fine! Be merciless to me, but please, keep me alive.” Arya pleaded.

“This is you. Your poison. Your lies.” The vision wavered. The red light trembled like fragile glass. Skyrana’s smile faltered. For the first time, the flawless ruin cracked. Freya’s hands curled, and she realized she held the Sword of Flame. She hadn’t remembered drawing it, but its heat seared against her palm, a steady weight anchoring her. She lifted it, her spine straightening. “You won’t make me doubt him.” The void froze. Even the air seemed to hold its breath.

“I'm not the real Freye, I'm just a vision. I know you have many questions after seeing me in that dungeon, but none of it was real, it was a vision.” She paused talking to look at Aria who nodded at her. “So, why did you say Trevor is evil and locked you down there? It makes no sense.” Freye chuckled and sat on the bed. “Trevor didn't lock me down like you think, but he's doing something worse. He's working for the forger, who has plans against Veilwood. I'm a reflection of the future of the women of Veilwood who would eventually be oppressed, and have their gifts stripped from them. The forger is forging something, and I smell a war brewing.”

Wanted the certainty that came with being chosen, even if that choice stemmed from desperation rather than desire. "Does it matter?" I asked finally. "Either way, she loses." Freya smiled then—slow, knowing, and edged with something I couldn't quite name. "You're right. It doesn't matter." She turned back toward the stone. "Not to me, at least." Relief mixed uncomfortably with resentment in my chest. Freya had helped me from the beginning, providing potions and charms and knowledge I couldn't have accessed alone. She'd asked surprisingly little in return—just observation, information about pack dynamics, and updates on how the magic affected Kael and Rhiannon.

It was the healer’s morning rounds that found him. She came to me directly, which told me she had assessed the situation quickly enough to understand that this required a specific chain of communication rather than the general alarm that would have brought the entire pack house into the corridor. Her name was Freya. She was twenty six, careful, and had been Silver Fang’s junior healer for two years. She stood in my doorway at eight forty seven with the expression of someone who had found something and was managing the finding of it with considerable professional control. “Beta Max,” she said. “I need you to come to the holding level.”

"What is this? You're betraying us?" "Not really. It's nothing personal, we just have a common goal. You see in exchange of killing JD and soon Arthur- both the strongest dragons here, the wolves decided to help me finish off Lyanna. The wolves have no interest in a dragon slayer if a goblin like me can find a way to kill those dragons anyway." Skye chuckles as she sits casually ------- Skye Bloom I watched as the headmistress grits her teeth as she is helpless being surrounded by the wolves with no way out. The only exit was blocked by none other than herself. She used mercury to seal them shut tightly.

Their smile is the last thing she saw and then she passed out. Merfoy appeared in front of Cannai as he looked around to see that the two-headed snake was defeated. Merfoy stared at the bloody body of the topless man as he kneeled and feel the man’s pulse, it was still beating. He saw the hermit walking towards him with his rod. “You came in time,” Merfoy said as the hermit bowed towards him as a sign of greeting. “Why did you let them in?” Merfoy asks with his lowered voice. “The green flame holder wanted to save her friend named Merfoy, and here you are,” the hermit replied as he stared at Cannai who was unconscious.

"Yes, and since you don't remember me I'll gladly introduce myself to you once more." "I am Freya, the leader of the healers who reside in Hephalis,home to the mighty beast who soar above the limitations of mortals, my dear Skye," she uttered, and the lights suddenly flickered on and off, as a huge shadow casted down on the wall. And in front of me, was the same woman I was talking to seconds ago, but this time, she had a pair of huge fiery wings. What the hell is happening? Is this another nightmare?!

“Do you have a plan?” “No.” Freya said and bestowed a cold smile on her. “You are going to die, I am going to die. And we were never friends. I felt pity for how you were deserted by Aremin.” Melanie’s breath caught in her throat. “You know of that?” She asked and Freya’s lips lifted in a cold smile. “That Uther the Merciless payed Aremin a fortune to buy you as a pet? Yes.” She replied.