Mercer Frey Skyrim Novels & Stories

“You multiply, destroy the forests, and try to hunt what you do not understand. Oakhaven was a necessary cleansing. Now spare me your moral sermons and point out on the map the supply routes of your people. If you do, your stay here will be… less permanent.” “You speak as if you’re offering me a choice,” Freya let out a bitter laugh, leaning forward as far as the ropes around her wrists allowed. “But I’ve already seen what your ‘mercy’ means. I saw you standing in that village, watching the flames as if they were a spectacle. You are a monster, Cedrik. And not because of the wolf inside you. It’s because of what you chose to become.”

I shouted. “Oh, don’t worry my dear future queen. We will take very good care of your besty here. Meanwhile, you should focus on your journey down to hell. We will meet you at the center.” Mr. Gregory, or whoever demon this creature is, said as he slide his filthy fingers down Frey’s cheek. “Let Frey go, you demon!” I shouted as I try to wriggle my body to move. “Frey! Wake up!” “Wake up! Frey! Wake up!” I keep shouting. But they vanished in black smoke.

Freya looked at him quietly. “...Yeah. I’m leaving.” Rodney was frustrated when he said it. He had been waiting for her for so long, yet when she appeared, he promised Sarah that he would go over. “Tsk. President Snow, you’re really blinded by love.” Freya admired. “In order to accompany Sarah, you don’t even care about your own company. If you don’t work hard, I might collaborate with SE Group in the next few days. Not to mention, I have a newly developed essence in my hand. The effects are really good, and the raw materials aren’t expensive. President Hatch wants it very badly.”

In her soft and calming voice, she said, “I'm sorry I have to leave so suddenly my dear, but it seems as if Samael may be in some bother and requires my assistance. I will speak to you soon my dear Freya.” And with that, the ice-blue orb flew at great speed towards the brick wall, it then hit the wall and vanished leaving behind an ice blue plume of smoke. I glanced down at the floor and a pile of fresh clothes were laid out in front of me, I quickly got dressed then sat back down on the ground trying to calm myself. While I sat there watching the smoke gradually disperse, I felt two strong and loving arms wrap around me and lift me up into the air.

The chains were made of silver. The moment I released him, he fell into my arms. I hugged him and would have lifted him off the floor had someone not stepped in. I turned, frowning, when Ryder dragged a man inside. He tossed him to the floor as Sophia walked in. “That's him,” Ryder said, gesturing to the bloody man with a scar that ran from his hairline to his lips. “We killed off his minions and reserved this one for you like you asked.” “How did you find him?”

Freya’s POV I am Freya, and I stole my sister’s husband before gruesomely killing her. Wait! Before you judge me, please hear my story. The day I murdered my older sister started like any other day. I had quickly rushed to the hospital because I was feeling very sick that morning. I had never really believed in miracles before, but as I now sat staring at the doctor's results in my trembling hands, I realized that maybe miracles did exist. Because I was finally Pregnant.

Stands over me bleeding out on the floor. "I told you. I told you this is where it ends." He picks up the silver knife. "But I'm merciful. I'll make it quick." He raises the knife. Aims for my heart. This is it. This is how I die. Then Freya crashes back into the room. Half-shifted. Her wolf partially emerged. Eyes glowing gold. Feral. Desperate. Powerful beyond her training. She slams into Asher. Knocks him off his feet. The knife goes flying.

Vaemond’s excitement was palpable as he approached Freya, eager to share the news of Felicity’s offer. “Hey, Freya,” he greeted her with a beaming smile. “Felicity promised to make me faster and stronger, just like Cain, using her magic.” Freya forced a smile, though her discomfort was evident in her eyes. “Oh, really?” she replied, trying to sound supportive despite her reservations. “Yes! Can you imagine it?” Vaemond exclaimed. “I’ll finally be able to end Cain once and for all!”

Lowering his head from him, he thanked his lord "thank you very much" Zark waved his hand to downplay his action "No problem, I think it is the duty of the Lord to help his subordinates" after thinking for a few moments, he addressed him to Frey "do you require healing?" "I'd appreciate it," Frey said as he touched the back of the neck. Performing the same procedure, he also cured Frey; but he wasn't done yet. As a Dungeon Master, he knew that the mechanics of hunger, thirst and sleep existed, given the opportunity, he decided to try another spell.

“Anyway, Mercy reminded me that my father means to sell me to the highest bidder a few months from now when the tribes meet for the Harvest Festival. So far, I’m worth roughly… six goats. I’m practically off the market. I’m not sure anyone can compete with that kind of bride price.” Freya snorts a laugh. “Speaking of Mercy.” Her eyes slide to mine as she tilts her head toward my graceful sister, who is laughing prettily as she entertains a group of our warriors. Her coy smile and fluttering eyelashes hide the sour glint to every word that leaves her lips. “Her dress is beautiful,” Freya sighs, and she’s right. She’s right, because I was the one who made it… for myself. “She’s hoping to catch