Merlin Freya Novels & Stories

She summoned her sharpest sword, used to eliminate many enemies at one time, killing anyone who dared to come in her way. “Fifth Roar- Jinxed Ice.” Freya used the same ice version of Persephone’s attack, glancing at her. “You sure love doing my opposite, don’t you?” Persephone said, slitting her enemy’s throat smoothly, looking at Freya. “I could ask you the same. Ice is much calmer than fire.” She smirked, teasing her as their personalities were like their magic too. Freya was solid like ice while Perspehone was fiery like fire.

A few deliberate strokes were all it took for an intense orgasm to break over her. Alex immediately clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her cries, keeping her pinned to the bed. He continued the slow, hypnotic rhythmic stimulation, licking her breasts while working the cold instrument against her sensitive flesh. Magdalena counted six cresting orgasms in succession, yet something inside her still felt completely hollow. Unable to bear it any longer, she tore the blindfold from her eyes without his permission. In Alex’s hand gleamed a cold, some king of medical instrument.

He stopped pacing and turned toward me, his blue eyes gleaming with cold triumph. "Or so we thought," Adrian murmured. "Until Carmella Ashford began digging through forbidden council archives four years ago. Your mother was clever, Freya. She kept her inquiries quiet. She traded favors with old scribes and bribed temple archivists to trace her own lineage. She found the root of the tree. The dormant gene. The direct line of the Triad's female Alpha."

“I just… I can’t.” Ruby hesitated. Then sighed softly. “I’ll run more tests,” she said carefully. “But you need to rest.” I shook my head. “I don’t need rest,” I whispered. “I need this gone.” Freya’s world had already been taken from her. And now… Even her body no longer belonged to her.

The first hag spoke. Freya became speechless. Now, she had to think fast. “Freya, you've got no choice. You've got to go.” her wolf advised her. Freya sighed again and looked back at them. There was obviously no choice, so the only thing she could do was to summon courage and hope that she would be lucky enough to get the eyes and come back here. “Alright, I'm ready.” Freya gave in. “Good. Because of the water you used to rinse your face, you will be able to spot the eyes wherever they are, so be vigilant and keep your eyes peeled.”

In the early morning sun, Elaine could still see Andrew's grin as he left her in the shadows of the night. “You idiot,” The knight murmured, fingering the bright gold letters of the book, thinking she should have let him kiss her for what he’d done. Both so frustrating and yet the salvation of her people, “You wonderful idiot.” Elaine took a seat in the wooden chair, her hand opening the age-old book. Eyes scanned the countless names and gifts of fire, ice, and even wind. Some could speak into minds, and those who were so powerful they could bring down kingdoms or even end the 200’s year war.

I had overheard one of the guards who she told to guard me talk about her. Her name was Freya, and immediately I heard that my heart stopped beating instantly. It was as if my heart was being squeezed by an invisible hand. I couldn't believe the moon goddess could be this angry with me and pair me against someone so cruel. I don't know how to explain her attitude. I have heard a lot of stories about her being cruel, and it's nothing compared to what I heard. The experience I had with her was different. I have heard that she only cares about herself.

Loretta asked in surprise gaping at me. “I don't know! And how do we break her out of it?!” I asked deadpan. “Let her go from your mind, just forget about it,” she told me. As per her direction, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and let all my anger at Merona dissolve. Instantly she exhaled and stared wild eyes at me. Three pairs of eyes turned to me, “who are you, Freya?”

Mary Redferne I bit my nails nervously as I sat at the breakfast table, hoping I had taken Joseph’s advice on leaving my sister alone. He was right; she was blinded by love and didn’t really care about anything but him. She was so blinded that Joshua actually managed to convince her that I am the villain. I couldn’t get over how she talked to me. I didn’t understand why money changed people so much. Clara, for the first time in her life, was being showered with money and expensive gifts, and she was equating that with love.

I would endure this for her, I would endure anything for her. So I drank, and I suffered, and I prayed to the moon goddess that it would be enough to save the woman I loved. I tried to control the pain as I held on to Freya's hands, my claws digging into her soft skin. The witch's power was like a living thing, clawing at my insides, trying to tear me apart from the inside out. "Why is her power attacking me?" I asked through gritted teeth, my voice raw and hoarse. Sersia's glowing grey eyes met mine, ancient and knowing. "Freya has the rarest traits of the most powerful witch," she said. "Her power is reacting to the substance she consumed, causing it to lash out at you."