Merlin Freya Novels & Stories

Her breath catches between sobs. Arthur, completely out of touch with the situation asks, “How is this possible?” “Really?” I toss my braids over my shoulder as I turn to face him, forgetting everything I said earlier about keeping my mouth shut. “You can't figure this out? YOU ARE KING ARTHUR, like THE KING ARTHUR, like the SWORD IN THE STONE and EXCALIBUR. For fucks sake, dude, your name is ARTHUR DRAKE! Drake as in “dragon” as in “The Pendragon.” Camelot and all that jazz.” I wave my arms frantically from Devona to Faye. “She’s telling you that the court of King Arthur is real, that Faye is your sister, again. And this crazy lady here with the spiffy jacket, she isn’t just a Merlin, she’s

she said, voice like steel kissed by fire. She raised her arms, and from her fingertips erupted a wave of runes, silver and sacred, cutting through the chaos like truth. The forest paused. Even Skyrana stilled. “You think you can choose?” the goddess hissed, trembling with fury. “You are made of me.” Freya stepped forward. “No. I'm Freya of the north. Just Freya.” Then she slammed her hand to her chest. The silver light erupted, violent, radiant, unstoppable. It burned away the sky. It split the trees, and it roared louder than flame.

"A goddess, nonetheless. I am unfamiliar with this Merlin. If you could please provide us with a brief history, we will be better able to determine if we can assist in whatever capacity you require." Ari nodded. "Merlin was a wizard of some repute. He once aided kings before our times progressed beyond their system of rule. Legend says that he is the bastard child of a demon and noble woman. He's immensely powerful, able to shape-shift, change perceptions of reality, and control the elements." I looked up at my grandmother, my mouth hanging open. "And you think I can beat him by myself?"

Freya stood up as she watched Melissa trash I between Dex and Diandra, she halted the sight of their hands near her friend Freya cleaned her tears and walked to her friend with her a sad smile “ Freya don’t do this, we can find another way, think about Lucien” “ I am thinking of them, that’s why I have to do this, I’m sorry” Freya cried out in a quiet voice as she raised her fist so fast and punched Melissa with just enough strength to knock her out before She gently puts Melissa's body on the wall, as he steeled her tears, Freya turned to the three evil hybrids that looked at her waiting, She gave one last look to Melissa as she heard Aldro’s voice call out to her “ an excellent choice my l

Unless— “Sneaking around like this is so like him,” Freya muttered behind closed doors. She frowned in concentration. “He’s using that barrier spell as camouflage for a second spell. Can’t quite tell what it is, though, or what it’s for. Something’s up, princess.” I completely agreed. “Both spells are passive for now. I suppose whatever it is Sir Merrion is supposed to look for—” “He’s looking for something? How do you know?” Freya asked.

Freya I bit my tongue to stop myself from apologising, to stop myself from thanking him yet again. All that would do is give him mixed signals, and as much as I wished things could be different, i knew my place in the world and it wasn’t here playing princess to a delta. “Jackson, our head warrior, would like to speak to you if you feel up to it. I said I would ask but feel free to say no, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He stated pointedly and I nodded.

Freya had to be silenced, before her lust for war, her lust for vengeance, became taxing to even I. One of my twelve maidens was next to me, watching with concern. Even she could tell that I was distressed. "Your Majesty," Hlin spoke to me. "I can see your pain. I can tell that this troubles you." Her voice was soft, yet strong. I turned to face her, our eyes meeting. "I need you to protect the mortal women for me." I told hesitantly. "Freya has stepped up her attacks, nearly killing the newly found Valkyrie Kaitlyn, even though she herself has not ascended. We must protect her, and her friends. See to it, that nothing more comes to harm for them, will you?"

An unfamiliar voice explained behind me causing me to twirl around to see who it belong to, I couldn't see make out her face due to the sun until she came closer. I gaped at her when I finally took in her appearance, she was so white with long black hair that was braided in a single braid almost reaching the top of her ass, her white skin sort of glow, and her eyes were pure emerald green. *Who is she?* suddenly I felt conscious of his I looked. This lady looks like a goddess and it should be illegal to look at the good. "Morgana!" Clair shrieked before racing to hug her, I stood there watching the both of them embrace each other. I felt like a total outsider. "Freya, meet my best friend. Mo

Vexa had said we’d get one flame, one chance. This was it. Freya twitched, once, then again. Mira leaned forward. “Freya?” No response but then, she sat up. Not slowly. Not weakly, one moment, she was lying still silent as a corpse. The next, she was upright. Eyes wide open. But they weren’t hers. No green, no brown. Just gold, burning bright and ancient, pupils vertical like a serpent’s. I reached for her shoulder. “Freya?” Her head tilted. Her lips parted and then a voice came out of her mouth that didn’t belong to any living thing.

My eyes widened when I heard that Freya was still alive, but she was used as some sort of hooker. “What are the chances she will be here tonight?” I asked, leaning forward. “What are the chances that she is going to be brought in here as one of the women that I will need to sleep with?” He shrugged. “I don’t know, Alpha, but we should know what she looks like to choose her from the rest of the girls.” I shook my head. “It’s been a while, but I might know her from her scent.” He shook his head. “That’s the thing, Alpha. They are covered in herbs and spices. You can’t trace them.”