Who Killed Freya In The Originals の小説・ストーリー

"Are you really going to kill me? What, for the Alpha Heir? Do you like him? Isn't he the son of the king that caused your mother's death? Are you going to kill your sister because of them?" " I said shut up!!" Freya screamed and turned to her, stabbing her on her shoulder with the dagger she had Sharpened. Nova screamed. She stabbed her again on the same spot, and continued to stab her for more than three times. Nova continued to shriek in agony and pain. She stared at Freya in the eyes but could see no emotions. She had a stone cold look. She couldn't fathom what she was thinking because she thought about nothing again. Why. She cried as strength seeped out of her.

“I wanted to act right away, but I waited. I told Nate to hold off until you woke up. I wanted to focus on you only. But now? I’m ready to deal with her.” She reached for my hand suddenly, gripping it tight. “No.” I blinked. “What?” “Don’t, Victor. Please… don’t go after her.” I stared at her, stunned. “Freya, she tried to kill you. You literally died and you lost a child because of her. I’m not just going to sit here and…” “I don’t want revenge,” she cut in, her voice trembling but firm. “Not anymore. Haven’t we lost enough?” “She stabbed you, Freya. She walked away while you were bleeding on the floor like a piece of trash. You think I can sleep at night knowing she’s out there walking fre

So, Alexia took matters into her own hands and committed suicide. I would say "good riddance" but then there was the issue with Freya. She was in shock. It was evidently clear that Freya did not kill her. I knew this because if she did, there would have been blood. She was a messy killer and she only killed if she was attacked first. No matter how cold-hearted and calculated she proved to be, she did not have the heart of a killer. To this day, she was still in denial about the last pup she killed with her own hands.

"Behind you!" He turned too late. The assassin's blade was already descending. A blur of motion intercepted. Freya threw herself between Marcus and the attacker, taking the blade meant for him. Blood bloomed across her chest as she fell. Her two warriors howled in rage and tore into the assassin, killing him within seconds. I reached Freya as Vera arrived with medical supplies. The wound was deep, possibly fatal. "Why?" Marcus asked, his voice shaking as he knelt beside her. "Why sacrifice yourself for me?"

Normally she was a composed person, but in front of her father, she went back to being a timid person. "You what Feyre? Did you kill the child, yes / no?". The king asked again. "No, I didn't." Feyre replied. "And why didn't you?" "Freya wouldn't have wanted me to kill her child, she would never have forgiven me" Freya answered. "She was dead Freya, dead as a result of her foolishness in mating with that rabid dog and giving birth to those rabid hybrid children that killed her. Yet you disobeyed my orders because you didn't want to offend a dead person."

I looked down at my hands—they were transparent, like mist. I was dead. "Alpha." The butler entered the room, hesitating. "Miss Freya has been in the dungeon for three days. There's been no movement. Should we—" "Leave her," Ethan cut him off coldly. "She almost got Lily killed. She needs to reflect." "But—" "Freya has healing powers, she can't die," Caleb waved his hand impatiently. "She's just giving us the silent treatment to protest, trying to force us to give in. In her dreams!"

My gaze tore away from Brayden and then moved—it landed on Lilith. My eyes squinted from the shock because I wasn’t so sure if I was seeing correctly. Lilith was the former Alpha’s adopted daughter, and if there was anyone who should be on my side, it was supposed to be her. She had been nice to me from the very first day we met, but now... Her heels clicked as she walked past me and went over to Brayden, tugging against his arm, and then she leaned over with a sly smile. "Brother, you shouldn’t feel too sad. Don’t let her blackmail you. Freya is nothing but a murderer. She killed our father and that is unforgivable." She said in a low tone and Brayden nodded slowly.

“I’m coming for you, Freya.” Lightning split the sky. “And anyone who touched you…” His jaw tightened. “…is already dead.”

“You guys don’t even have any idea what is happening, there could be more of those things out there, and you want me to stay quiet after it killed Ava? No way.” Freya went to get up, but I gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to sit on the bed. “Freya please listen to me,” I said with a sigh. “I know that a lot has happened—“ “—Fucking understatement,” Freya snipped. “Alright, I deserved that,” I replied as I let go of her wrist and took her hand in mine. “I know this is scary, and I know a lot is going on, but please just trust me. You saw me take that thing out, right?”

And it certainly didn't look like she was going to give them an approval. It was only after a few seconds that a very black wolf appeared and pushed Karen's wolf off Freya with ease. Freya was bleeding quite badly but still conscious when Draven lifted her from the grass. She looked up at his dark eyes with the last strength in her and said in a low voice: “It's all your fault.“ And then she slipped into darkness.