Novel & Cerita Who Killed Freya In The Originals

Freya quizzed. Hayley released Eamon from her grip, nudging him aside, she hurried to hurt her. Freya stopped her, pinning her to the floor before taking the dagger away from her and slicing through her throat. “You made a terrible mistake.” Freya said while Hayley was choking, and gasping for breath, attempting to stop her bleeding, by burying her palms on her neck, but her blood kept gushing down. Freya had forgotten Eamon was there, she turned to look for him, and was knocked out by a heavy blow of Eamon's club. She dropped to the floor while he fell on his knees, lying on the floor, he became motionless.

“I think…no…it was her. I saw her.” “Saw your mom?” Cameron frowned, looking up at Sarah. “I heard Freya screaming, so I ran inside the dressing room.” Sarah told him. “But when I reached, there was nothing there. Freya told me she saw her reflection in the mirror. I don’t know what’s going on, but she was really freaked out.” “What am I missing here?” Darcia asked Sarah while the others became very quiet. “Freya’s mom died six years ago; from complications after giving birth to her little brother.” Sarah filled him in and it made a shiver run down my spine.

She looked up when I came in, and for once, the sharp smile wasn't waiting for me. "Come to accuse me of something, Princess?" "Should I?" She closed the book. "I didn't kill Tobin. And I didn't kill Lyra, if that's the next question." "Then who did?" Freya was quiet for a moment, staring into the fire. "I don't know. I've wondered for two years. Lyra and I weren't close, but she didn't deserve what happened to her." She looked at me properly for the first time. "Neither did Tobin. He used to sneak my horse extra apples when he thought no one was watching."

"I think…no…it was her. I saw her." "Saw your mom?" Cameron frowned, looking up at Sarah. "I heard Freya screaming, so I ran inside the dressing room." Sarah told him. "But when I reached, there was nothing there. Freya told me she saw her reflection in the mirror. I don't know what's going on, but she was really freaked out." "What am I missing here?" Darcia asked Sarah while the others became very quiet. "Freya's mom died six years ago; from complications after giving birth to her little brother." Sarah filled him in and it made a shiver run down my spine.

She replied calmly and he nodded. “Good. Kill them.” He said and pointed to the cowering family on their knees. Without missing a beat, her claws punched out the husband’s throat and his wife’s scream was high enough to raise the dead. The woman gripped her two children tight to her breast, shaking like a leaf as she prayed to gods that would not save her. Eyes black as sin, Freya went after them. ~~~

I would not let them down. As the cheers began to subside, a figure pushed through the throng, hurrying toward me. Addy, Freya's closest friend. The look on her face made my heart clench with dread. "Addy, are you alright?" I asked, grasping her shoulders as she reached me. Tears shimmered in her eyes, her face pale and drawn. "No, I'm not," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Rafe, it's Freya. I saw...I saw a man take her, just after the blast. He carried her away."

“Alex, why did you do it?” Freya answered on his behalf, “President Melvis, I’m the one who killed the guy. In fact, it has nothing to do with Alex. There’s something wrong with this video too. A huge part of the video in the middle has been cut off, and it has been edited! Whenever I, Freya Mayer, want to kill someone, I will just kill him, and I won’t regret it! If you want revenge, then come at me!”

She muttered, already releasing a rejuvenating magic before her. She stopped in her tracks right in front of the door when she saw, since the door had been left open, that the dude had stopped convulsing. He laid slackened on the bed, his eyes open, and saliva dripping from his mouth. He looked dead. “Oh my… He is dead.” Freya wasn't thinking straight to know who had spoken. She was still in a daze. She walked slowly to the bed, and fell by the side, aware that tears were now slipping out from her eyes. She had just killed a man. She had been nonchalant, and now he was dead.

Xavier’s next words pulled her back into reality. Xavier’s smile faded. “Which is why we need yours. You’ll give us more. Or we’ll take the ones you’ve already made.” Freya went still. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists in anger. Her eyes flashed red—vampiric, dangerous. “I will kill you,” she said. They looked at each other with an evil smirk plastered on their face. For a moment, their smile flattered. They didn’t know about her vampire abilities, but now they can clearly see, she nurtured her vampiric side much more in the past few months.

CHAPTER EIGHT ~~XAVIER ASHWOOD~~ I reached her door in a blur, the wood groaning as I threw it open. The sight inside turned my blood to slush. Freya was sprawled on the cold marble, a splash of dark blood staining the floor beside her head. Luka let out a roar in my mind, a sound of pure, unadulterated rage. He did it. Damien had struck. Even after I’d claimed her for the Academy, the Alpha had decided a dead daughter was better than an alive one.