Aunt Freya Legacies Novels & Stories

“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.”

"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.

he said, turning to address the council instead of me, his voice pitched to fill the entire hall, “I can no longer allow someone who would fabricate lies against her own family, who would humiliate this bloodline in front of our allies, to continue to hold a place of honor within it.” The room had gone utterly silent again, that same taut, waiting silence from before the slap. “Effective tonight,” he said, “Freya Ashford is stripped of her title as this pack’s daughter.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

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 knows that her brother wants to protect her, but she is no longer young; she can protect herself. "Fine, I will let you, but you must update me every day, okay?" Freya sighs in defeat because she has no choice but to agree to her brother's condition. After their talk, her brother Shawn quickly said farewell, and while she was at the counter, she ordered what Astraea requested. She headed straight to their table after receiving her order. She was shocked when she didn't see Astraea on their table. She immediately left the bistro to find her daughter.The fear of losing her child drives her insane. She searched everywhere to find Astraea.