Mercer Frey Skyrim Novels & Stories

“This also means that the lands are now open to anyone and anything.” "It's been a while since I've set foot on solid ground," he says, introducing himself as Mercy, from the depths of hell. A sly grin spreads across his face as I try to hide my shock - after all, his reputation precedes him. "Ah, it seems my reputation precedes me," Mercy remarks with a chuckle, his eyes ablaze with intensity. “I propose gathering all the people who share your dislike for Skyler and finding a suitable location to strategize. The longer we delay, the stronger she will grow, so we need to act swiftly,” Mercy suggests, gesturing with his hands.

Dan raised an eyebrow, challenge clear in his voice. Freya's grin widened. "Well, we've got three hours of movie ahead of us. Plenty of time for a rematch." Dan's eyes darkened with desire. "Careful what you wish for, Anderson. I might just take you up on that offer." Freya shivered, not entirely from the chill. She took another bite of pizza, watching the screen as Gandalf and Pippin rode into Minas Tirith. "You know," she mused, "I always wondered how they managed personal hygiene on these long quests. No showers, limited supplies..."

He glanced at Jor who was watching. “Odin.” Freya said rather strongly. Clearly she thought this a pretty damn good deal. “I want the blood oath from the three of you, and she puts gleipner on now.” He stated and Fenrir glanced over toward Hel. Max was standing behind her, and he was holding the shimmering mass that was gleipner. He’d grabbed a section of it while Jor had tried to calm Fenrir down just in case. However the entire thing was there now, and impossible item did impossible things.

Freya stood, walked to my desk, and rummaged through the mess of trinkets, notes, and random objects I kept there. After a second she picked up a small stone—smooth, grey, and carved with a marking that glowed faintly when she touched it. She walked back and pressed it into my palm. “What’s this?” “A way to reach me,” she said. “No matter where you go. Crush it if you need me. I’ll feel the pull.” I blinked. “Freya—this is a locator stone. You can’t just—” “I can.” Her voice softened. “Kahlan… I don’t know what you’re going to find out there. And I don’t know who you’ll be when you come back.” She shrugged. “But I want you to come back. So take it.”

One could even mistake her as a deity that walks the land, her beauty unparalleled that will surely make one head turn towards her. "We had your cloak and dress ready, my dear, you shouldn't worry on such trifle things." Morrigan bit the insides of her cheeks. She unconsciously reached for the locket on her chest. Frey pulled her up from her seat and gently pushed her to her room. "Get dressed we will be waiting for you," Frey said from the other side of the curtain. Morrigan couldn't say anything in an attempt to change their minds as Frey already walked away from her room. She just hoped that they won't take their time in town in an attempt to avoid people especially merchants from Hymir t

We searched everywhere, but it was useless. Then a tip came in. Elder Frey had her. I didn’t waste time. I gathered my men and stormed to where he had kept her. The doors gave way easily, and I saw them. Frey’s men. I knew them. I knew they belonged to him. They tried to resist, but it was too late. And then Frey appeared. Smiling. That smug look on his face made my blood boil. “Why are you here now? You went against the plan, Brycen. I don’t have any of your property,” he said.

Dean Withers. He is older, but not frail. Not even close. His jet black hair combed neatly away from his face, his uniform pressed to perfection, and a golden crest of Aetherion Academy pinned over his heart. A loyal servant of Elarion. A loyal servant of Aeron- the man responsible for throwing me into Skyless Keep. "Miss Thalorien," he says warmly, gesturing to the chair across from him. "Please, sit." I don't. His smile does not falter, but something sharp flickers behind his eyes.

“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.

One in front of the other. “What’s your name?” the man asked, his deep voice startling me in the otherwise quiet woods and my head snapped up so quickly that a wave of dizziness took over me for a moment. “Freya.” I uttered eventually and he smiled. “Pretty name. Freya I’m Damian.” He stated and the second his name left his lips I felt all hope come crashing down around me.

she snarled her eyes glistering with hate almost like she wasn't the same person feigning sweetness a while ago. I chuckle at how narrow-minded she is to think she could scare me off. "I know who you are Lyra Skye" she states. I shrugged, "Good that you do. Then you must know that your little treats won't do no effect on me" "Be careful--"