Skyrim Mercer Frey Novels & Stories

You’ll be too busy fighting to breathe. His smile dropped completely. “You think you’re invincible, don’t you?” he said darkly. “You think because you’re the heir, you can threaten everyone and walk away clean.” I leaned in, my voice low. “You don’t scare me. And I’m done playing nice. Stay the hell away from Freya. And keep your unstable mistress and deranged wife in check. Because next time you make her cry, I swear to God, I won’t stop at words.”

he shouted while pinning me on the door. I could do nothing but quietly weep with the bent. "Useless! Whore! All that, Azaia, fvck you!" he yelled and walked away. I stayed in my position until I could get my heart back on track. You are strong Azaia. You are strong. I wiped my tears and held my chin up. My eyes hit Safey who was looking at me coldly. "You're cheating," she declared that made my heartbeat stop for a second.

Kim turned sideways quickly and attempted to shoot at Abel, but the latter was faster, shooting Kim's hand first, disarming him of his gun. Kim moaned in pain, using his other hand to hold the hand Abel shot. "Such precision. I must commend your guys coming out. My men are out there ready to storm in if I don't get out in a minute." Kim said. "You mean those damned souls that are on their way to hell now" Abel laughed. Kim wore a shocked facial expression. "Who are..." "The Merc" Abel cut in. Kim smiled. "It's a honour meeting you Abel" Kim commended. "I expected you to be here. After that hit on Dante and the Mayor"

No one dare defies me and goes scot free. His nose flared and the side of his eyes twinkled with contending fury. “Freya would fight with Merona,” he said, “alpha,” with a bow and walked out on me. It was time to pay an old friend a visit and to strike a deal. My pack members would not disrespect me. For the main time I have to go look for Freya. I wasn’t ignoring the call that she could be in danger.

This was genuinely my first time seeing someone happy to be here, or maybe she had just come to terms with her present situation. I gave her a crooked smile and started cutting the vegetables in front of me. “What’s your name?” I asked, trying to start a conversation. I didn't really have any friends here and since I was probably going to die here, it wouldn't hurt to make one. “Amara.” It suited her. “I’m Freya.” Amara leaned her hip lightly against the counter as she worked beside me. “Been here long?” “A little while.” Would she understand if I told her long enough to know my way around but not long enough to understand exactly what was happening.

Andre was working on the witch angle but that seemed like a dead end. “Please.” I lowered my head to rest on her hand. “My goddess, I am sorry. I just need some sign something to tell me how to help her. Don't take her from me just because of my mistake.” A flash, like a dream but it was real, like I was there. Freya was just a little kid running outside a small cabin with an older man. “Come Freya!” He called, his voice sounding happy to see her. “Your mother's waiting.

She pops the cork and pours me a glass, then turns to Mercy, who’s braiding her youngest daughter, Moira’s, hair. “I know,” I whisper, lifting my glass to my lips. It’s sweet, but the aftertaste is more bitter than I remember… or maybe that’s just the sour taste in my mouth. “I heard he’s a Ghost now,” Mercy chimes in with a smile. “What an honor for Silverhide having one of our own be a part of that legion of Ryatt’s army.” Freya nods, but I’m not smiling. “I begged him not to join,” I say under my breath.

Frederick was genuinely furious. He had never imagined that Freya could be so utterly foolish. At a moment like this, she had the audacity to speak ill of Selena. Did she not understand these soldiers were his closest guards, men who had once fought beside Selena day after day? Did Freya have a death wish? "Why are you shouting at me?" Freya was truly fearless. As she often proclaimed, she was the daughter of Henry Talmar, the Desert Hawk himself. She was the Desert Rose!

Freya’s POV I am Freya, and I stole my sister’s husband before gruesomely killing her. Wait! Before you judge me, please hear my story. The day I murdered my older sister started like any other day. I had quickly rushed to the hospital because I was feeling very sick that morning. I had never really believed in miracles before, but as I now sat staring at the doctor's results in my trembling hands, I realized that maybe miracles did exist. Because I was finally Pregnant.

And she had heard ‘Kiera’ Someone had whispered that she hadn’t been seen since the attack on the Twilight pack. Freya didn’t react. Then why had she made efforts to lift the curse when THIS-loosing the ones she loved was going to happen anyway? Why had she bothered to lift the curse? The doors creaked and footsteps merged in. A small cluster of elders approached in a somber mood, their presence carriying centuries of tradition. Elder Fenric, stepped forward. “Freya,” he said softly, but it still struck like thunder in the silence. “Daughter of the fallen. Mate of the lost. Keeper of the prime flame.”