Merlin Freya Novels & Stories

she cautioned Freya before stepping out of their group. In a fit of rage, Freya bit her bottom lip and looked closely at Arthur. "Why can't I get close to you, what makes you so special? Are you attractive or well-off? You do not even possess the attributes that I find attractive in guys. Just wait—one day I will surprise you all and you will realize that I have been the devil here.” she thought and barged into her room without saying a word at Arthur who has been wanting to calm her down. Sera entered and bowed down in front of her after Arthur had departed. "Indirectly, I will constantly serve you and save you from all those wraths because I am now your maid.”

Freya just sighed in her seat. She was beginning to get annoyed with whoever the princess is because she keeps making vows she couldn’t keep and end up causing trouble everywhere. She was glad that she would be able to at least help out this time because she’s a very good swimmer so before the argument gets bigger, she volunteered to go. “I will bring the mountain lilies, I just need directions because I can’t seems to remember the place” she declared and the Alpha commanded Remy to go with her.

Here she was, open mouthed, with her gaze still fixated on me. Her hair smelt of shampoo and paint, while her body had this faint scent of a floral perfume. I felt my throat working, because I was suddenly feeling so thirsty. Everything about this girl seem so innocent and fragile, except those ocean blue eyes of hers. They held so much in them. "Who did that to you, Mer?" Jack suddenly asked, throwing his head back to look at his daughter. She finally peeled her eyes off me, then placed them on her father. I expected her to speak, so I could hear what her voice sounded like. If it was soft her fragile, like the way she looked. Or was deep and masculine, dominating her appearance.

Royal Guardian H E M I L I A "I don't think this is going to work between us." The Prince said to his lover, who began to cry. It's Princess Flora, her beautiful body covering her forms with prestigious clothing as a person from the aristocracy like a golden gown, her face spotless and round suited her perfectly, her blonde hair sparkling under the hot sun framing her face and lastly those blue eyes filling up with tears, heartbroken and desperate for his attention.

Even though we're not related but I feel a very deep connection with him and I don't know why, he once mentioned that I remind him of Sienna. Since I opened my eyes ten years ago and glared at him I felt a connection. He's the only person close to me right now and I'm not losing him even if I have to die doing so but I'm not dying right now, I have a mission to complete. I'm going for them, I'm going to be their worst nightmare. The queen of terror. They call me, Amphitrite the dark angel.

The way her eyes trace over Arianna, made her huff in annoyance. "My name is Arianna," her voice was even when she told her, "I'm not goddess and who is Merlin?" "You ARE! Merlin is your Mongrel mate and you've to bring him back." One of the Fletcher witches exclaimed.

she announced as soon as she opened the door. She didn't even bother to look at me and just stood there holding the door. “Now?” I asked as I walked towards her. She didn't utter a word, just swept her free hand to the side, an instruction for me to exit my room. I did as commanded, then waited for her to lead the way. I followed behind her in silence, trying to keep my thoughts quiet. As much as I tried to block her out, I couldn't. While being here with Azael, he had made sure that he had a large supply of Witch and Warlock kids for Selene to feed on. Her strength was like nothing I'd witnessed before. She was almost as strong as Azael himself and her Lycan looked as though it had been on

She looked at the two Alpha Princes with jealousy. Melinda didn’t have a fate like Freya. The Moon Goddess had cursed her with a mate who was nothing more than a beta’s son. Their connection was real, but the title? The power? It wasn’t enough for Melinda. She wanted everything. Freya had it all, and she couldn’t stand it. “I’ll do it,” Melinda said, eyes hardening with resolve. “I’ll take her place. But you will help me in all this,” She answered.

Torin was always the first to volunteer for dangerous missions, driven by a fierce loyalty to our cause and an unyielding sense of duty. Freya Freya, the healer, possessed an innate talent for herbal medicine and healing magic. Her gentle touch and soothing presence brought comfort to the wounded and weary. Freya's compassion was matched only by her bravery, as she never hesitated to put herself in harm's way to help others. Soren Soren was a skilled swordsman with lightning-fast reflexes and unparalleled agility. His dual swords flashed through the air with deadly precision, and he could disarm an opponent in the blink of an eye. Soren's confidence and charisma made him a natural leader amo

"The moon goddess had sent her vision and she was in haste to deliver. But luckily, I was right on time to prevent that. But that wasn't enough." "How do you mean, Zephyrine?" Amarantha asked. "Lucien had told me everything and had planned on going to see her but I knew I needed to be proactive about it. She had casted a spell, bounding her Crag somehow to leave a message meant for Lucien. Freya was the antidote to his curse. She is the only one who can cure him and make his curse stay at the same time." I could feel my brow arch in utter disbelief. Freya was Lucien's curses cure? But how?