Mercer Frey Skyrim Novels & Stories

Freya would have felt pity for the Anomaly, if the thing hadn't nearly torn her limb from limb just a moment ago. Certain that the Summoned Beast could handle the Anomaly, Freya turned to her saviour. He sat on the edge of a rock a few feet above, black coat flying in the breeze, with a disinterested expression on his irritatingly handsome face. Jester Lee. Master Necromancer. Rookie of the Year. Every woman's unattainable fantasy. Arrogant prick. "You're late," Frey said, making her way up the slope towards him. "You're ungrateful," he replied, looking even more disinterested than before.

I tell him. With shaky hands, he brings out his phone and brings up the email. “Here, that's it.” He says and he hands me the phone. SMITH COURIERS. “Thank you very much for your help Mr. Merlin.” I say then I hand him back his phone. Freya steps up behind him to wipe his memory. “This is going to hurt.” That's the only warning she gives him before she puts both hands on his head and starts chanting, he screams so loud, louder than when I smashed his foot, but a few minutes later, she's done and he is passed out.

Emily clearly remembers when Beta Dillon reminded her not to show mercy or weakness in front of the elites. Her thoughts were interrupted when Drake appeared in her mind. She can feel the tension in Drake’s voice. ‘Stray, will you voice out my plan?’ Drake asks. I think I can’t, alpha. Since this is my first time meeting your elite, It’s kind of "weird." She replied. Drake laughs. ‘That’s okay, my stray... They won’t eat or hurt you. They can’t harm my future queen.’ Emily felt a cringe all of a sudden. Just voice out your plan, Drake.’

“You stare like you’ve seen a ghost” I blinked away, heat creeping up my cheeks. “Sorry. Just surprised” He leaned closer and held out a hand under the desk. "I'm Mason from the Silver-Mist pack. And if looks could kill, your brother would have turned me into a rug three minutes ago for just sitting next to you." I looked back at Ryker. He was staring directly at us now, his pen stilled in his hand. His expression hadn't changed, but his lips had tightened. I turned back to Mason. "You’ve got it wrong. He isn’t that concerned. He hates me.” I whispered the last part then clasped his hands extended for a shake. “I’m Freya”

Eryndor's strength surged, bolstered by the success of their timely intervention. They encamped beside the majestic Pyrope River, nestled between huge towering mountains whose rugged peaks blushed reddish above the glaciers. The brilliant blue sky was adorned with a sweeping array of orange-hued clouds, as the sun's rays pierced through the cloud masses, casting a kaleidoscope of warm tones. The hot orange hue danced across the river's blue waves, infusing the water with a fiery glow and dance. The stage was set for Aria's and Lyra's troops to ignite, their spirits burning with determination to confront the Rogue Werewolf Troops.

"Our ship's engine malfunctioned and my pod landed wherever you found me. It was never our intention to fight or battle, that was the worst-case scenario." He took a while before he replied as if he tried to make sense of what she just said. "It seems you have bad luck, Miss Summons. All emergency pods are programmed to land in the main city of Meraki. The City of Ouro, we call it the city of gold. You have landed in my territory."