Ymir Fritz Novels & Stories

"Let me out of here!" The door creaked open. A figure stepped into the room, tall and broad, his face hidden in shadow. He walked slowly, deliberately, his footsteps echoing on the stone floor like the tolling of a bell. I pressed myself against the back of the cage, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. "Ymir Fritz." His voice was low and rough, the same voice I'd heard before I lost consciousness. "I've been waiting a long time to meet you."

"Not until you understand that the man who rejected you seven years ago doesn't exist anymore. And not until you give me the chance to prove it." As Raven turned to walk away, her phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. A video file, timestamp showing it was taken that morning. When she opened it with trembling hands, she watched footage of herself in her apartment—sleeping, unaware, completely vulnerable. Multiple camera angles. Professional equipment. The video's final frame showed a message in white text: "Come to the Cascade Mountains. Come alone. Or I'll burn every connection you've ever made. —D"

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

I cried out, pressing my hand against my throbbing back. “You have no right to say that,” he spat out, looking down at me with contempt. “You are nothing but a substitute bride. Once I am done punishing you... I will send you straight to hell.” He turned his back on me and walked away, leaving me alone in the darkness. As if the heavens themselves were weeping with me, a violent storm broke loose. Thunder roared and heavy rain poured down, soaking my clothes instantly, turning them cold against my skin. I am Fyr. The daughter of a wealthy man.

╭────────── ⋅ ⋅ ✦❘༻༺❘✦⋅ ⋅ ──────────╮ 𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘 [ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ] ⬛ 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 : 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 : 𝟏𝟑

Kaden said with a sudden pause, his eyes lost in thoughts. “Unless what brother?” Kole questioned. “Ymir had a little daughter back then. I spared her life, so now she has come for revenge it has to be her.” Kaden said, gritting through his teeth. I was a lot more curious who Ymir was? And why were they at war with the shaman witches? “So she is a descendant of Ymir no wonder her magic felt so familiar. But either way, she is just one shaman witch. We can take care of her.” Krys says confidently.

when in fact we can burn this forest down into ashes. As soon as I set my foot on the village's gate, Gran, my childhood friend, came running to me. "Sera! The elder Fyre is looking for you." He said. He guided me towards the elder's house but while walking he kept telling about nonsense and when we were near the elder's house, I got irritated and said, "For the record Gran, you are the noisiest man I've ever met." and walked away, leaving him smiling, don't ask me why that's just how he is.

He respected him so much and working with him for a long time made Ferdinand discover a lot of things about Ymir. According to some gossips, Ymir’s wife and kid died and became zombies three days after the outbreak. Ymir was still inside the airplane at that time, coming back from a business trip abroad. When he saw his family, both of them had already turned into a brainless, flesh-eating monster. It was very unlikely for Ymir to bring this kid as a test-subject, it must be other people. Ymir seems to notice Ferdinand’s inquiring glances and chortled. “That fat scumbag. Blame him.”

One of the perks to playing Iridian that I hadn’t noticed—your pain tolerance goes up rather quickly. Only when the hum of insects and the chitter of the more defenseless forest creatures resumed, did I lift my head from the muddy rut Ally had left me in. My attacker was face down in the mud, and I was more than confident he was good and dead since I spent the better half of an hour straining my ears for any sign of a heartbeat. The walk out of the forest felt shorter than what it had when I was being dragged against my will. With just a few short minutes I passed through the boundary of the lanterns, back into what was left of the festival.