Mercer Frey Skyrim Novels & Stories

The fang-star remained. But it had changed. It's now shimmered with veins of red-like blood trying to leak through a closed wound. Freya stood in the entrance of the ruin, her bare feet brushing moss. Her hair was tangled and her cloak loose around her shoulders. But gods, she looked stronger again. Tired__ yes. Bruised__ absolutely. But no longer broken. “What now?” she asked. I joined her at the entrance, standing close enough to feel her warmth. “Now,” I said, “we figure out what that thing in the sky means.”

He trailed off, turning to her. “Like?” She asked, paying attention to her food more. “You guys are like opposite from each other, right?” He asked, getting to know her. “Hmm, I guess. I am just here for fun.” She replied nonchalantly. “Fun?” “I am Gaimore’s Army General, Freya Morgue. I arrested them for stealing our relic but later joined after knowing Zadicus’ intentions.” She explained briefly, finished her food and drank some water. “I see. I guess you are on Huzefa’s level then, I didn’t expect it. Anyways, I wanted to know, what if one side won?” He asked, curious to know what they have entangled themselves into.

One muttered, “Oh, that’s bad.” Then Eros moved. Chaos exploded around them. Steel clashed through the clearing while wolves lunged through snow and blood. The mercenaries fought harder this time, like they already knew what Eros could do and were desperate enough to try anyway. One came straight for Freya. She ducked beneath his blade and slammed her elbow hard into his ribs. He grunted but recovered fast, grabbing her arm painfully. Freya hissed. Then silver light burst beneath her skin on instinct. The mercenary screamed as power threw him backward across the clearing hard enough to crack bone when he hit a tree.

“Because whenever people betray you they will always be caught. They will always be on your leash. And they can work for free. Because now they fucked up their first chance. So this second chance is them trying to buy back their freedom. “Now here’s the kicker. They don’t know when they’ve bought their freedom back. You might tell them after two jobs, after ten jobs, after twenty jobs. Who knows? But it’s when the boss tells them they are free that they are free. Do you understand now?” He nodded. “Now how about you leave me and let me handle my affairs.” He bowed. Before he could leave, I stopped him. “One more thing.” He turned to me. “Have you caught wind of Freya? Your spies, have they s

he said matter-of-factly. "Then where am I?" She mouthed slowly, "and why did you take me?" She tried to ask. "You are at Castle Free Sky. We are nestled on the very northern tip of Free Sky Cliff on the ocean shore of Maine. We are not on any maps or GPS systems as any more than a few coordinates. Built almost completely invisible to anyone who is not looking for it specifically," he told her proudly, most of it was true, anyways.

“And what have you accomplished on your journey?” She looked up then and said, “I have made an alliance with the dragon king, helped reclaim the Heart of Magic from the King of Beelzanborg, and overthrown an evil dictator.” Nya was proud of everything she’d helped Slate achieve. “Father, King Zar of Frindom, may I present to you King Slate of… the dragons.” “King Slate of Dracu,” he corrected, stepping forward. The two kings greeted one another and exchanged a handshake. “I apologize for your daughter’s lengthy absence. I needed her assistance in reclaiming the Heart of Magic.”

“Couldn’t you retrieve it later? I still feel this is rather wasteful…” Halfway through speaking, I realized my professional obsession with perfection had taken over again—I really shouldn’t lecture a client like this. Just as I was about to correct myself, his words finally registered. “Wait—what? You’re going to Asgard?” “Yes. An alchemist Frey hired earlier accidentally destroyed a solution she had spent half a year preparing. The only substitute exists in Asgard. That item appears only once a year, and the diviner informed me yesterday that it will appear the morning after tomorrow. So we had no choice but to trouble you all with overtime work.”

Dominic came straight to the point, “So, how do we contact this Ancient One now and not go all the way to the Burham mountains that would take us weeks?” Freyge had been carrying a small bag that had been slung on his shoulder. It contained the same book Valencia had thrown away earlier. He took it out from the bag and turned a few pages before he found what he had been looking for. Moving his finger through the text, he read through it before stopping at a line. “I think, I may have found a way to contact him from Sricgis, though I am not sure he will answer a 100%.”

"Are you…?" "That's right, buddy. I'm Fremont Skye. These are my servants. I cannot let the Nine Dragon Cauldrons fall into the hands of others, or the secret of the dragon clan will be exposed, which will bring a terrible storm to the planet, bringing great tragedy to us all. In order to find the chosen one while also stopping any evil cultivators from getting their hands on the cauldrons, I entrusted the eight of them as protectors. You're the first person who's had the chance to meet me in decades. Congratulations on passing my test."

He reunited the two creatures just in one night. I look around to see my dad, Chester beside Maynard. The two are displeased but couldn't do anything. Whether they like it or not Lycan will rule. All of a sudden I felt the hand on my arm and I turn swiftly to see a man, much older before me. He has the grace of a ruler. His hair white and a little bit longer. His lips red and his eyes of green colour. Dazzling should describe him and his ears are pointed. I get the idea of who he is at once and I shuddered. King Frey.