Novel & Cerita Merlin Freya

My brows furrowed as I pushed the door open slightly, not intending to intrude but curious enough to look inside. The moment my eyes landed on the scene before me, the world seemed to tilt. Lucien was kneeling with his head buried between Freya’s thighs. For a moment, my mind refused to process what I was seeing. Lucien. The same Lucien who had spent centuries controlling every violent impulse in his body. And Freya… Freya sat blissfully on the floor, her fingers tangled in Lucien’s dark hair as her chest rose and fell unevenly. My first instinct was disbelief.

“You. I think I've seen you before.” “I…don't think so,” Alaina responded, pushing her hair to the back nervously. Why was she nervous? “I don't think we've met, ma'am.” “On the contrary, I think we have.” Freya persisted. It felt like she was pushing some kind of agenda and my patience was wearing thin. “And I can't seem to place a finger on it. I never forget those people I'd seen before, so I'm pretty sure I've met you. It doesn't matter though. My name is Freya, Daughter of RavenThorn and Alexander's Luna to be.”

She would bend to his will, and his senses told him he was running out of time, ‘So the Fae Prince has finally figured out who the Druids were working for.’ His eyes turned black as he looked at the barely conscious girl chained to the gurney, ‘Asher, prepare the Altar, the Ritual takes place when the moon hits its zenith tonight.’ The big Shifter bowed and headed down into the bowels of Merlin's palace, where the Altar room was hidden, stopping as he entered the dank, dark room. Taking a deep breath, he could smell the evil permeating every part of this dreadful place, and his heart grew heavy. He had fallen for the little hybrid the first time he had taken her. She was so beautiful, so fei

Her formerly light brown curls had turned deep purple; her skin remained fair and cool-toned; her figure was still tall and slender, and her legs still long… It was the first time I realized that, except for her hair color, every feature of my sister resembled the Asir deities. “I came today for only one reason: to tell you this—you are of the Asir tribe. Do you wish to return to your people?” Even the way she spoke had a distinctly Asir tone. Why had I never noticed this before? “I’m not of the Asir tribe,” I stepped back. “You’re not my sister.” “I am indeed not your sister now. I am Freya.” The Dark Lord of the Asir tribe, Grand Sorceress, Freya—one of the twelve chief gods, in charge of

she said. “Isn’t it Caesar?” Maya asked. Dorothy shook her head. “It’s probably someone else,” she said. Right then, Freya’s voice could be heard. “I summon upon the power of limitless skies, the origin of all spells, the ends of the galaxy, the karmic cycle of Yin and Yang, death and life, and the edict of the Dragon God!” Freya then cut herself on the palm. Using her blood, she drew a spell formation.

he casually adds, raising my blood pressure again. “What the fuck Jartre?!” I screech, “Who is Merlos and what the fuck did she do?” “Merlos is the Goddess of the Abyss, more commonly known as the Goddess of Darkness and Shadow. She has the ability to see the darkness within all people and things and has a penchant for punishing those guilty of great betrayal. After reading Julie’s mind I knew she was deserving of Merlos’ wrath,” he calmly explains, though the tension in his jaw is very prominent, even through his beard.

I just want this to be over and done with, maybe when I die all these pain will go. I heard mocking laughter above my head and looked up only to see Freya. Freya is the daughter of the current beta and soon to be Luna. She's everything I am not- beautiful blue eyes with shiny blonde hair, killer body, glowing skin, strong and extremely wicked. She stood there with her minions looking at me with pity? I couldn't quite place what that emotion in her eye is. She laughed all of a sudden and kicked me in the stomach. She pulled my hair and slapped me making me fall back on the floor.

My heart was in far more pain than I could think of. “The Alpha is mine, you hear me. He doesn't want an ugly-looking hag like you, he craves something fresh, and I'm glad you can't give it to him as I do.” Another chuckle echoed behind me. I knew it was her other twin, the dumb one who couldn't make a decision without Tracy. “I was expecting drama but I didn't expect it to be so heated. What's going on?” She cackled and intentionally stepped on my feet.

The child did not yet know she had been born into a betrayal. ​Seraphyne lowered her gaze, her face beautiful beyond the limits of mortal imagination. Hair like woven sunlight cascaded over robes intricately embroidered with shifting constellations, while a crown of living, pulsing radiance floated just above her brow. Throughout the countless territories under her vast dominion, temples had been erected in her honor, kings bled for her favor, and millions of faithful offered their desperate devotion each day. She was the High Goddess of Radiance, an undisputed victor of three consecutive Rankings, and one of the most terrifyingly powerful deities in Heaven.

I inquired, turning my face to General Rhodes. “I have a report to make regarding that, my alpha.” General Rhodes replied to me. My face wrinkled as I leaned forward on my chair. “It’s about Freya. The daughter of the traitor.” He continued, and I fell even deeper into a pool of confusion. “And how does the training have anything to do with her?” I asked him, flipping my hands and gently hitting them on my laps. “Alpha Victor. Freya is a curse to this land. Her presence alone is a thorn in our flesh, not to talk of how she is influencing the young wolves to question the pack's rules.” General Rhodes' voice came out sharp and the hall was instantly filled with murmurs.