Vana Freya の小説・ストーリー

In short, it was a disaster just waiting to happen. “Greetings to the Royal House of la Montagne el’Varel,” she said, her face an expressionless mask reminiscent of my own darling Jester’s face just before he starts scowling. “I am Freya of the Common House of d’Or. Anomaly Guard Associate of the Fourth Special Unit. I’m here as the aide of Miss Alisa Vega, consultant to the Fourth.” She paused, then added, “But I suppose you already know that. Your Highness.” The smile slipped from his face. “Freya. I—” Colin glanced at me and Bea. For help? Support, maybe? “Can we please speak in private first?”

she reiterated in a calmer tone, her heart aching as she confronted the fear in his eyes. "I am me, Dayton. I am Freya, an Ancient vampire who's lived over two thousand years. I've walked this world for millennia, leaving a trail of defeated enemies in my wake. I have fought immeasurable odds and have always been the last one standing at the end. When we were attacked all those years ago, they tried to kill me with their bullets and I took them out because they were threatening what was mine to protect. They were trying to take you from me, and they paid with their lives. I am more than capable of judging a threat and dealing with it accordingly. You appear to have forgotten that, my mate. Y

“Why? Are you interested in me? You don’t have to ask my sister. If you want to know, you can ask me directly!” “Cough, I was just having a casual chat with your sister.” “Inquiring into my privacy, is that called a casual chat? Frey, you’re not allowed to reveal anything relating to me to him.” “Oh, I got it, Sister!” It seemed like Freya held quite a lot of respect and admiration toward her sister, Luna. More than half an hour later, they finally arrived at Freya’s house in a villa complex called Blue Heavens Lake. Alex wasn’t very familiar with Alaska, but he had heard of the name Blue Heavens Lake. It was the most luxurious and expensive villa complex in the city, and it was on top of Al

Lust stirred under the stirrups of Wotan’s faded blue trousers, and he grinned at his wild wife. “Free, a drink for your parched ember, from your golden lap,” Wotan winked. Freida grinned, her strawberry blonde hair, peach skin, and freckles aglow as her eyes glowed like copper. “Not my lap – my sword.” Freida, Warrior Mother of the pantheons of the Northern Holds and land of midnight sun, took her blade – shaped like a longsword – it’s opal flesh shining like moonlight out of its gold and ruby hilt, and pressed the tip of razors and ravens claws gently into her grizzled grey harreled hoary husband’s lip, drawing blood.

At that moment, Frey suddenly said, “Do you think… Miss Ina might actually be Number Two?” “Lord Frey, I don’t want to repeat myself on this matter,” Shia said slowly and firmly. “Ina is a living, breathing member of the Vanir. She is absolutely not the same as these replicas. She only happens to resemble Frigga. I can guarantee that with my life.” Frey fell silent for a moment. Then he raised his staff and recited a spell. Silver light spilled down over me and the nine other replicated Friggas beside me. They all stepped down from their platforms, and I followed them, standing in a line among them.

she said, voice like steel kissed by fire. She raised her arms, and from her fingertips erupted a wave of runes, silver and sacred, cutting through the chaos like truth. The forest paused. Even Skyrana stilled. “You think you can choose?” the goddess hissed, trembling with fury. “You are made of me.” Freya stepped forward. “No. I'm Freya of the north. Just Freya.” Then she slammed her hand to her chest. The silver light erupted, violent, radiant, unstoppable. It burned away the sky. It split the trees, and it roared louder than flame.

Freya just sighed in her seat. She was beginning to get annoyed with whoever the princess is because she keeps making vows she couldn’t keep and end up causing trouble everywhere. She was glad that she would be able to at least help out this time because she’s a very good swimmer so before the argument gets bigger, she volunteered to go. “I will bring the mountain lilies, I just need directions because I can’t seems to remember the place” she declared and the Alpha commanded Remy to go with her.

Ryder snarls, making her look up at him as her eyes growing wide with anger. “I knew mutts were known to have bad manners, get your hands off me you brute! I’m Princess Freya of the Hale Kingdom, and I was sent here by Alpha Raven’s mate to protect her.” Our mate bares her fangs at Ryder, making me step closer realizing she’s a vampire.

"What's going on that would put the Valkyries at the heart of danger?" She suddenly sensed how I was trying to game her, and then her face turned all serious. It wasn't much, but I sensed a small victory. "My name is Freya, the Goddess of Love, Sex, Lust, Beauty, Sorcery, blah, blah," Freya explained. "I also lead a group of people who can see the events of the future—here in Asgard, we call them Vovla, to everyone else, they are known as Seers. Which is what you are. A Seer."

Cullen said in a firm tone. Valic ran his hand over his face and forced his anger out of his tone. “Freya is an ancient vampire, and Gorge is her brother. Gorge has a level head while Freya is a little touchy.” He would smirk at the word little. Freya was an ill-tempered bitch who had entirely too much power to be left unchecked.