Aunt Freya Legacies Novels & Stories

That same kind, loving smile that I still remembered her by. “Weren’t we trying to figure out Freya’s ancestry?” Alex asked everyone present. “Could it be that Freya really has some kind of witch gene in her?” That had me startled into looking up at Alex. “No…that’s impossible. My mother was human!” “We don’t know for sure, Freya.” It was Cameron who spoke next. “As soon as my father learned about you being Moon Kissed, he did some investigation into your parental history. Your father’s side is clean, all human descendants for at least the last four generations. But…we don’t have any records of your mother’s side yet.”

“Besides, I wanted to make sure you didn't have a concussion from our… little tumble last night.” I stopped walking and turned to face him, my blood boiling. “What do you want? Is this a game to you? See if you can make the pack pariah fall for the golden boy?” Declan’s expression softened, his blue eyes turning serious. “It’s not a game, Freya. I like you. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since I walked into that garage.” “Stop,” I said, my voice cracking. “Just stop. Do you even know who I am? I’m the daughter of the people your father executed. I’m the 'dirty blood' your friends use for target practice!”

He put a soothing hand on her shoulder, his eyes filled with love and sympathy. Kelvin tried to calm Freya down, his voice firm and soothing. "Freya, please calm down. This is not the time to be sad again. Your uncle has already taken enough from you. Don't give him the satisfaction of letting him break your spirit. You're stronger than this." Freya's voice quivered with indignation, determined to respect her parents' legacy. "I must return to human societies." I'll go after Balmond and Balerick and make them pay for their awful crimes against my parents."

But her unborn child, he would forever be bonded to her. As she was through and about to leave the bathroom, she made a quick decision, she would be visiting a few places. She would make some visits when she leaves the hospital that morning. She must find her uncle Greg and ask him what he knows about her birth and how she ended up with the Grayson's. Uncle Greg was Freya's elder brother. But he is nothing like his sister. He is kind and pure hearted. She wondered if Freya and himself really were birthed by the same parents.

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

Freya walked towards where the witches were having their meeting,she didn't care about what her actions might cause her but all she just wanted didn't now was for her mom to come out and explain whatever shit that she had been hiding away from her all this years , yes she is already 18 going to 19 and yes she deserve any answer , she's isn't A kid anymore and she's getting her answer ridge here and ridge now . She knew that she had no right to burst into the chambers while meetings were going on but she was going to do it today , let the consequences come ,She was already prepared for the worst , this woman had bitten more than she can chew and now is right time for her to Place her where sh

“We need a gift that reminds her of why she built Legacy. How much we cherish and love her.” Xander leaned back, thoughtful. “Something special, huh?” Greg nodded. “Something that honors Damon Savage. You know that is her favorite human ever.” The room grew quieter. Wendy exhaled slowly. “So…?” Greg smiled faintly. “Think…young minds.” *** Freya’s apartment smelled like cheap takeout and vanilla soap. The space was small, cramped even, with furniture that didn’t quite match and walls that bore faint marks of past tenants. Marvis sat at the tiny dining table, knees nearly brushing the underside, watching Freya move between the kitchen and the table with practiced ease.

Freya dumped several questions and they both stared at each other for a while. Julia finally cleared her throat and answered “I cannot tell you the reason why I am outside the palace for now but you have to continue pretending that you are me so that my father will not get worried. Also, you have to figure out some things so I can come back home and you can go back to be with your family as soon as you can” “And what is it that I need to figure out?” Freya questioned with a tired tone “Check the book ‘Farther into the thorn’, you will find everything there” Julia responded, this time with a much calmer and friendlier tone

" Well if you must know, I did not receive any call from him or any message as a matter of fact, not on this cellphone and not on any other cell phone" " Did you check, did you check well? I'm sure you were not answering all the calls that came in" " Estefania! Wake up. Do you know that if we were still waiting for your Uncle, you would be married to Gustavo by now, wake up girl and try to see how you will complete the plan with Mr McQueen, "But...but he pro...." She did not even let me finish "Remember running away from the wedding is not the end of it, you still have so much to do if you really want to reclaim your Father's legacy, your legacy"

"You are playing for Julian's affection. You are playing for the child's loyalty. You believe you have secured both." Aurora kept her posture straight. She did not defend her position. "You were sent here as a placeholder," Freya reminded her softly. "A contractual necessity to activate a specific legal clause." "I know why you sent me," Aurora said. Freya set her crystal glass down on the wooden mantel. The delicate chime of the glass echoed in the quiet room. "Your mother was a necessary asset to the holding structure," Freya explained practically. "Ruby is my legacy. She is the public face of the media empire."