Liquid Freya の小説・ストーリー

Freya tumbled around a lot in her sleep, her body kept jerking away in the fright, and sweat beaded on her forehead as her hands gripped the blanket around her so tightly, But in an instant she stilled, her eyes opened sharply as she rose to a seating position, her gaze went to The moon that shied in her room, her eyes glowed purple hue like she was enchanted by the moon, as it called to her Freya got up from the bed in her sheer nightgown and went to the low window, she opened it and stepped out into the night The doctor's cabin was located in a private site that had only trees and water for miles away so he had no neighbors that could see what was happening She walked to the shallow shore

ordering everyone present to start moving, including the Swamplands men. No one argues, and the wagons pull away seconds later. Elara and the two High Priestesses ride on the wagon’s seats in front of us. “Who came to you in the visions?” Freyja asks. “There were four of them,” Lyra explains, her voice still hoarse. “Three men and one woman, standing in a circle holding hands.” Despite the bumpy ride, Elara begins mixing some vials of liquid, handing the bright green result to me. “Have her drink this in one gulp.”

The beast snarled, preparing to leap—and Freya felt something inside her snap open. Cold. It poured from her veins like liquid silver, her breath crystallizing in the air. The energy of defense and kill equipped her in seconds. And as her eyes snapped open, the fire sputtered mid-flight. With a sharp gesture one she hadn’t known she could make—Freya flung her hand toward the sky. A spiral of ice burst forth, engulfing the dragon's flame, freezing it into delicate fractals mid-air. The dragon reared back with a guttural cry, smoke curling from its frost-bitten mouth, then… it vanished into the clouds.

Freya answered, pausing a for a split-second. "Exactly," the man continued, his gaze still locked onto her. "My friend, Rafel, seems to believe you're from the group that this substance affects." Before he could say more, Rafel intervened, grabbing the bottle of wolfsbane and carelessly spilling it onto Freya's hand. To Freya's surprise, it had no effect on her, feeling like nothing more than water. Recognizing his mistake, Rafel quickly wiped the liquid off with a repellent.

Silas POV Once the wizard snaps his finger something strange happens to Freya… Her eyes roll into the back of her head and she stubbles over. “Freya!” I pull away from Adam rushing to catch her before she hits the group falling down in the process because my muscles are still too weak. I shake her still body over and over again opening her eyes much she doesn’t wake up. Luckily her heart is still beating but only barely. “Don’t worry she’s still alive just locked up in a subconscious prison.” Elena explains shrugging her shoulders. I turn to face her now growling and overwhelmed by anger. Fuck everything and the possible fact that she might not be in control of her actions…I’m going to tear

The kitchen was a sterile monument to Richard’s wealth—gleaming white marble countertops, stainless steel appliances that looked like they belonged in a surgical ward, and vast, dark windows that reflected the ghost of my own exhaustion. I moved to the refrigerator, the digital display glowing a faint, icy blue in the dark. I grabbed a glass from the cupboard, filled it with crushed ice, and let the filtered water run over it. The sharp, mechanical hum of the fridge was the only sound in the room. I pressed the cold glass against my forehead, closing my eyes, willing my heart rate to decelerate. "Careful, Captain. You look like you’re about to explode." My eyes snapped open. The glass nearly

They were oblivious to the looming storm that Lyra and her supernatural allies had come to expose. "Remember, we must stay together," whispered Elara, the fae enchantress from the hidden realms, her lilac eyes reflecting the glimmering chandeliers above. She adjusted the silken fabric of her gown, which seemed to shift colors with each subtle movement, casting an ethereal glow upon her delicate features. "Of course," Lyra murmured, gripping her allies' hands tightly. "We need each other now more than ever."

“What brought you here? I'm very sure you didn’t come all this way just to taunt my maid.” She tilted her head, a coy smile tugging at her lips. “I’m here because I miss you, my love.” “Freya.” My voice hardened, though I kept my expression neutral. “You miss me, fine. I’m flattered. But say what you really came for.” Her smile faded slightly as her fingers drummed on the armrest. “Well, like you instructed, I've been managing one of Astrald’s subsidiaries,” she began in a more serious tone. “A smaller arm in the Southern quadrant. But recently, something strange is happening.”

"Oh wait, you can't. Because you're still that scared little girl who let Greta whip her bloody. Who took every insult, every beating, every humiliation, and just... accepted it. You're still weak, Yara. The power doesn't change that." I moved before I could think about it. My hand shot out, grabbing Tiana's face, and the connection snapped into place. Her life force was there, dark and twisted and wrong, but powerful. So much power. I could take it all. Could drain her dry in seconds and leave nothing but an empty husk. Yara, stop! Ares's voice was sharp with alarm. But I'd already started. The energy was flowing into me, addictive and intoxicating. Tiana gasped, her eyes going wide, her ha

“Am I dreaming?” Freya mused as she stared at the sky. It was swirling with many vibrant colours and when she blinked it was still there, beckoning to her. She sat up, looking around her to find that she was still in the same spot. She was lucky, none of the creatures out here took advantage of her but she was so parched that she couldn’t find it in her to be grateful to anything. She picked herself up and dusted herself off, then looked into the skies again. The colourful skies was the only point of colour in the entire greyscale landscape and as she watched, patterns formed in the sky, looking like it was pointing in one direction.