Aunt Freya Legacies Novels & Stories

“She followed her heart and lived life on her own terms. At least, she was happy.” He paused deliberately, then added. “Unlike Aunt Freya.” Lucian stiffened at Aunt Freya's mention. He pursed his lips in disapproval as Carlos said, “Aunt Freya has lived in hell for centuries. Bound by duty, trapped in a loveless existence, and forced to obey rules that crushed her soul.” He met Lucian’s gaze without fear and without getting intimidated. “My mother chose freedom, and I am proud of her choice. She did the right thing. She didn't suffer like her poor sister.”

her Dad said as he massaged her scalp. “Oh c’mon, what did you mean by Alphas?” she muttered. She knew she was tired and needed a rest from the long journey and the tiring ‘grande’ welcome. But she wanted to look strong for her Dad. “Well, there are two Alphas ruling the pack and you are to pick the right one” her Dad answered as he stood up and adjusted her duvet, tucking her in. “Hmm” Lyra hummed. She was slowly drifting off to sleep. “What about mum? She did not come to welcome me”

Her lips parted slightly, and I saw the emotion welling in her eyes again. “I’m scared,” she whispered. “Not just for me, but for the baby. What if this family—this legacy—what if it eats us alive?” I drew her closer, her heartbeat pulsing softly against my chest. “Then we build our own legacy. One where love isn't transactional. Where power doesn't come at the cost of peace. We’ll raise our child in light, even if we’re surrounded by shadows.” Freya exhaled, a trembling sigh that sounded like the first breath after surfacing from deep water. “You always know what to say.”

She retaliated violently. “Who did you say you are?” Arthur's mother intervened in their argument. Freya bowed to her. "I am Freya, a maiden orphan from this pack," she said. Luna scowled at herself. "Maiden orphan? Who are your parents?” Freya took a deep swallow. "Her conscience is weighing in on her. She must be afraid that I am that child." She faked a smile. "I know nothing about my parents. I grew up with my deceased aunt.”

He’s famous among the younger girls because of how smart and handsome he is. “Oh, by the way, this is my daughter, Freya Monleon, the one I talked to you about. Freya, this is Gin, your tutor.” My inner self screamed WHAT!?

Freya blinked her innocent eyes while looking harmless. "I don't need friends. I'm not here to make friends," Quinn replied. Besides, they could never be friends. The Faulkner family dared to harm Edgar. She would undoubtedly retaliate against them. They would always be on opposing sides. Freya looked disappointed. "Oh, I see. Alright, then." Quinn shut the door directly. Returning to the coffee table, she reopened her laptop and accessed the Faulkner family's files. Freya Faulkner, the second daughter of the Faulkner family's branch, was one of the two people the Faulkner family sent to this closed training.

After all, she hugged me first. "Freya, are you okay?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so scared. Ambrose is trying to hurt you and Mother, and then...I have to do nothing about him taking Waylen from me. Else, he's gonna hurt you both," she explained, her voice breaking in between, as guilt washed over me. Freya was ready to give up her son so her mom and I could be saved. But then, I betrayed her for just my safety alone.

" I stomped hard on her slipper. She screamed out in pain and stumbled backward until Skylar caught her. Crossing my arms, I looked at her and said, "Watch your mouth. Who exactly is the shameless one here? "Your aunt demanded thousands of dollars from me the second I walked in. How is that any different from daylight robbery?" "How dare you!" Enraged, she lunged forward and reached out to grab my hair. "Enough!" Skylar checked her foot before turning back to me with a dark expression. "Why are you being so petty with a kid, Freya? You've gone too far."

"Armstrong, you're talking nonsense. You're having an affair. This is a family business. I'm telling you, if you don't cut ties with those little bitches outside today, I won't let you off" Before Armstrong could finish talking to Nicklaus, Freya rushed over from the dinning area, completely ignoring Nicklaus. Nicklaus stood tall and straight in the middle of the hall. He raised his eyes and glanced at Freya without saying a word. Freya was born in a typical violent family. Her father happened to get a mine full of jade resources.

But the next day was today. “I am a doctor and also like you and your mom,” Freya said kindly. “Your mom and your ancestors are from the East. Mines are from the North,” she added. “Oh, my goodness!” Lexy blurted with glee. “Does it mean you can tell me something about anything that I don’t really know or understand, right?” she asked. Lexy’s heart was worried when they started the conversation, but she felt so much relief that Doctor Freya was not only a human doctor but she was also a witch like her mom, Alona.