Vana Freya の小説・ストーリー

“Say that again.” “That vampire––” Orien shook his head. “The last part.” “Wings?” He nodded. “She…she has wings.” She extended her arms to both sides. “Huge, black wings with sharp, knife-like feathers. She used her wings to pin me to the wall. It…It went right through my shoulder.” Freya swiftly moved her gown to reveal the small, round scar that has healed. “What else is she capable of doing?” He released her, inspecting the scar. She shivered when he ran his finger over her skin. “She’s good at fighting. People who saw her fighting said, she was a force to reckon with.”

I pressed my palms against his chest and pushed weakly. “Get off me. What do you know about Freya?” I asked. But he didn’t even bulge. Instead, his head lowered, his face brushing the side of my hair. “I know everything, even the secrets you both hide about your hair. I know they aren't white like other humans. This is why I admire you, Vena. You are unique, not like the other girls. You are special.” I stiffened.

I tried to run to her, but Kade blocked me. “She has to choose,” he said. Freya took a deep breath. Then, instead of attacking anyone, she blasted the ceiling above us. Rocks fell. The ground cracked open beneath her feet. A strange, glowing light shined up from the hole. I tried to reach her. “Don’t do this!” I yelled. She turned and stared at me one last time. “I love you,” she said. “But I’m not strong enough. not yet.” And then she let herself fall into the light.

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

"Thank you Dira... I understand your kind offer, but sorry, I can't accept it... Dira, as women, we do have the right to receive all good treatment... But in return... as a woman, I also have to maintain the honor of my spouse... Don't worry Dira, the women of the Wolf Clan are stronger than you know. My spouses are the Wolves, Dira. They are more than capable of taking care of me,'' Freya replied, she smiled and caressed Anindira's hand that was in Aefar's arms. Anindira nodded, she also understood what Freya said, even though her heart was sad to see Freya had to be outside, in this cold weather. But Freya, who can sincerely protect the honor of her spouses, is a very tough and wise woman.

Her widened eyes blinked at Blaire, already knowing the answer was wanting Blaire to admit it, thereby indirectly accepting her unspoken offer to help. Freya was a nice girl; despite being of a high rank, she was like a kid in a candy store who could easily turn into a sly vixen whenever she pleased, especially when she was horny. Her aura when faced with something serious was also different, but other than that, she preferred to take on the resemblance of a child. She smiled a lot, and her fascination when presented with something new and different was almost…

Venus grabbed Zaire's hand enthusiastically and flashed Zaire a seductive yet innocent, sweet smile. Zaire's expression darkened, and his eyes went piercingly cold. Without hesitation, he threw her hand off. He glared at her with contempt and fired, “Annoying…” “Zaire, Venus, you're here.” The sudden call from Freya interrupted Zaire's retort. Freya, in a black suit with her hair packed in a bun, exudes a powerful yet beautiful aura. She strode toward Zaire and Venus and only paused when she was in front of them.

“Our Lord isn’t as cheerful as the rest of the leaders. He was really against any of his children even coming here. He fears they may lack food.” Though she nodded her head in understanding, her eyes did not peel themselves off Freya’s body. “So we have a good chance of capturing the flag?” Ayra asked. Freya’s skin pricked with the stare from Alana. Never had she ever been thrown into a situation where she could not speak due to the effects of a pair of eyes. She was the princess of Thaymor, the land of the elves, known for her promiscuity and charisma. This was utterly new.

she said infected by the child’s innocent smile. “I wish I had those powers too!” Klea whispered and made flying noises as she ran around the room now, zooming back and forth with her hands in front of her, mimicking the sense of flying. “Always love hearing that story, mom” a voice came from behind her as Vida suddenly felt soft arms hug her from behind, it was Freya, her only daughter. She was a beautiful looking woman, she had Vida’s amber eyes and Colter’s brown hair. Staring at her made Vida think of how much she saw Colter in her.

a long beat of silence hangs over everyone. “Is that possible?” Alexander murmurs Sophia answers. “Yes, and she may be the only creature who can. Freya’s magic originates from the eternal flame. When she touched Valerie, it was feeding on her magic, and when I touched Valerie with my magic, it ate it. I think Freya grows stronger the more her power feeds. If she touches the eternal flame, then there is no stopping her,” Sophia explains. “Well, it’s a good thing no one knows where this flame is beside the Qusayr,” Mirvana chuckles, speaking my thoughts. But my gaze flickers to Sophia, and she seems hesitant.