Who Killed Freya In The Originals Novels & Stories

But where was I? I didn’t have a single memory of how I got here but I got flashes from everything else that happened. Images from how Hermes took me away and how he told me Freya was out to get me. I recalled how he wanted me to run away when she attacked, and how she killed him. She killed him. She stabbed him, in a way he wouldn’t survive. Hermes was dead and Freya killed him in cold blood. She even went as far as tasting his blood, how could she do so much evil and be so?

I asked, my eyebrows arching. "Freya" He replied, after a brief silence. "Huh! Really?!" I gasped, shockingly. "What? What is it?" He asked flustered. "Nothing actually" I lied, and gulped nervously. "How… How did she die?" "Oh, that" He whispered, faced down and sighed. "She was brutally and cruelly killed by Felix" "Hmm… Who is Felix now?" I asked, coming closer to the grills. "He is from a rival gang," He replied.

“Besides, I wanted to make sure you didn't have a concussion from our… little tumble last night.” I stopped walking and turned to face him, my blood boiling. “What do you want? Is this a game to you? See if you can make the pack pariah fall for the golden boy?” Declan’s expression softened, his blue eyes turning serious. “It’s not a game, Freya. I like you. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since I walked into that garage.” “Stop,” I said, my voice cracking. “Just stop. Do you even know who I am? I’m the daughter of the people your father executed. I’m the 'dirty blood' your friends use for target practice!”

I asked as I watched Freya craning her neck around trying to see something in the sky. “My guess is that its Azael. Evan, can you drive, please? I need to mind link Marik and find out what's going on,” she asked as she pulled over to the side of the road. “Yeah, of course,” Evan replied and then exited the car. They switched places and I wanted to ask Selene a bunch of questions, but she didn't give me the opportunity, by the time her ass hit the chair, she was off in a trance. I focused back on Freya, she had now slid down the seat and was sat next to me with her head in her hands. She seemed to have calmed down, so thinking that the worst was over I went to put my arm around her. But as I

Coraline said cheerily, but Evan cut her off, “Mom, we don’t have time. Something’s wrong with Freya.” “Okay, one sec. I need to call the others over and put you on speaker.” She called out for Savannah, Sam and the twins. “Okay, Son. Go ahead.” “Freya let out a sound none of us have heard before. Then she flew up into the sky, had a light surround her, and then she hit the ground like a damn meteorite,” Evan explained in a ramble.

Freya It worked, we were actually free and one of the bastards was dead to boot, sure I was a little disappointed that it wasn’t me ripping his throat out, but Cali seemed to be on a mission and let’s face it, there was no way I was getting close enough to her to challenge her. Whatever the fuck she was, it was crazy, and I felt myself becoming jealous of another wolf for just about the first time in my life. Like I seriously want flames, so fucking cool. Movement out of the corner of my eye had the hair standing up on the back of my neck and I pounced before I even took it in, shielding Cali while she had her ‘Oh fuck I just killed someone’ moment. But the sight before me stopped me dead.

I couldn't hear his reply, but Damien then said, “You can come back to the house now, bring Tristan and the others.” I think Evan then must have asked if I was okay, because Damien then said, “they managed to successfully remove the metal and gave her some blood in a drip. She's sitting next to me downstairs and her wound is almost healed, it's miraculous,” he sounded so happy, and his face was full of pride, as he listened to Evan on the other end of the phone. He then replied, “Freya ascended, and then threatened to rip out the hearts of anyone that wanted to touch Tristan or the others, she said she'd serve the hunters hearts to the wolves for their dinner.”

And then a grunt of pure strain, coming from right outside. I moved without thinking. A blur of speed and I was at the window, looking down. Oh, moon goddess. Freya was hanging by her bloody fingertips from the shattered remains of the ledge. Zara was tied to her back with a bedsheet, screaming her head off, her little arms locked around her mother’s neck. Freya’s fingers were slipping, blood making her grip slick. They were seconds from falling. I didn’t think. I just moved.

He blames himself. 16 HOURS LATER “Where_” “Shhh baby. Everything is fine” Andre rushes to Freya while she tries talking and seating up. “Andre” She calls to confirm the voice. “I’m here. I’m so sorry. Very sorry. I should have done something even when I doubted his ability to be out” He begs. “Where is he?” Freya asks her voice weak. “He is dead” He answers. “I killed him?” She cries. Andre nods She did kill him.

She had been so caught up in the moment between her and her mates that she hadn't remembered the sorceress. But it was too late. Freya was dead. The manticore's venom had eaten deep into her. And she had sacrificed her life by stabbing Astird. And then Katrina had killed her finally. "Freya." Diana sobbed. She carefully lifted the sorceress and rested her on her knees. Gently, she touched her face which had gone cold and stiff with death. "I'm so sorry." She cried, resting her chin on Freya's hair. "I should have saved you first. You sacrificed so much for me."