Aunt Freya Legacies Novels & Stories

"Don't speak for my father. He's not here to defend himself against your lies." "No, he's not. Another tragedy in a family that has endured too many." His eyes narrow like a predator's. "Don't add to that legacy of pain, Adrian. Do what must be done. Father a child. Cement the Moreau alliance. Be the man you were born to be." "And if I refuse?" I stand tall, shoulders straight, hands steady despite the hurricane raging inside me.

"Her name is Laura, and nothing you say here and now would make me change my mind. I didn't say anything when he sent a letter into my territory, but he dared to take her from me when I paid in full." "He is your nephew, Alpha Ryder," another elderly council member spat. "He should have remembered that when he tried to take what was mine!" he yelled, standing up from his throne while the entire crowd went silent. He called me his... Ryder called me his woman, and then now... "Alpha Ryder, be careful what you call her... she is just a property you bought." "Silvercrest runaway," Vance added... Ohh, he shouldn't have. "You know, Vance, I warned you not to step on my toes or do things that woul

“We bring gifts, Lenore. For the banquet, of course. But also to celebrate your wisdom and strength in these… uncertain times.” Lenore gave a nod, and the stewards stepped forward to inspect the crates. Her gaze then returned to Freyah. “Tell me,” she said, her voice lowering slightly. “How old are you now?” “Twenty and six, Your Grace,” Freyah replied. “Good age,” the Queen Dowager said. “Strong, yet unspoiled. And do you believe in duty, girl?” “I do.” “To family? To legacy?” “Yes, Your Grace. Above all else.”

Andre was working on the witch angle but that seemed like a dead end. “Please.” I lowered my head to rest on her hand. “My goddess, I am sorry. I just need some sign something to tell me how to help her. Don't take her from me just because of my mistake.” A flash, like a dream but it was real, like I was there. Freya was just a little kid running outside a small cabin with an older man. “Come Freya!” He called, his voice sounding happy to see her. “Your mother's waiting.

I know that it isn't her fault, but I don't understand how one sweet and perfect girl can have so much tragedy and pain following her around. Watching my cousin trying to fight his new natural instincts, that are screaming at him to rip me apart, and bleed me dry, makes me wonder if my happiness is really all that worth it? All I ever wanted growing up, was to find my Fianna, start a family and live happily ever after. Cliché I know, but when I found Freya, she was beyond what I'd hoped for.

We're going to stop it. "How?" Her voice broke a little. "I don't know yet," I said. "But we are." She looked at me. Her eyes were bright, her face was smudged with ash, and she looked completely exhausted, but she was still the most stubborn and the most unbreakable person I'd ever met. Then from somewhere above us, Lena's voice came through the speakers again, booming everywhere. "Transfer complete," she said pleasantly. "Congratulations, Freya. Your father's legacy now belongs to someone else."

A familiar voice question from the other end. Celeste increased the volume of her whine. “I wish I did, dad. Guess who ruined everything for me?” “Who?” “It’s that useless Freya again. I don’t know why she came back from the dead to haunt me.” “Freya?” The other voice sounded surprised, shocked even, like he’d just mentioned a witch’s name. “That’s impossible. Freya is miles away in another city, serving dishes and cleaning tables. That pathetic girl couldn’t possibly make it to an event like that.”

Yaron Lucian of the Mist Mountains, who by then, was in his early years of leading their clan. Unfortunately, from the time it was found that she was a descendant of the witches, stories were distorted and exaggerated. Amaryah was prim and proper because she needed to pretend to be good while doing evil things behind the scenes. She used immoral and unfair means when dueling, so her wins were suddenly void. She also apparently caused trouble, made her peers fight with each other, bullied her peers and that's why they were too timid, and fed nonsense to some so they became arrogant and skipped training.

POV: Freya The rhythmic hiss of the ventilator inside Room 412 was the only sound keeping me anchored to reality. I leaned my forehead against the cold glass window, staring at my mother’s frail body. "I tried to delay the administrative flag, Freya," Dr. Shaw said softly from behind me, her voice heavy with genuine sympathy. "But the billing directive came directly from the top. Silas didn't just cancel the existing medical account, he put an ironclad block on her file. The automated system will legally force us to disconnect her life support in exactly one month from now unless the surgery deposit is cleared."

Freya pov I walked inside the building of Parker Industries, my heels clicking softly against the marble floor. I needed to talk to Ryan. He had to know what his mother was planning. I knew he hated her, but after what happened in the café, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. Mrs. Grace was trying to force this marriage again, and if I knew anything about her, it was that she never did anything without a reason. I have known aunty since I was young. She was a kind lady, took care of me when my mother died or at least that was what she tried to portray in front of me. She and Ryan had become the closest thing I had to a home. I spent my childhood with them when my father was busy with his work. The