Aunt Freya Legacies Novels & Stories

Freya felt herself, her soul splintered. Because it wasn’t just Skyrana. It was all of them. Every version. Every death. Every resurrection. Each fragment of her, buried beneath new skin. Each grief braided into the flame. She wasn’t just her. She was a legacy. Curse. Weapon. And then she was falling again... Falling through herself. The last thing she remembered was Ragnar holding her hand and pulling her out of that icy well as the curses spoke like a lullaby in her head. The chanted whispers, the hushed breaths. She heard all of it. Terrifying.

Her mother yelled, pointing her middle finger at her. Love you mom."Freya scream, raising her phone up. Now mommy, fucker CEO you guys can begin.!!! ---- ~PRESENT~ Freya eyes stood long like she couldn't explain it. Yeah and right now her mother with the officer are already gone from the company. She rubbed her eyes, before sitting down. She's Freya for a reason, not even Avery, Anthony nor Lydia and Cole can play her game perfectly. After she successfully take down Avery with the company, she will start chasing over Anthony even if it means she killed Lydia.

the assistant greeted. Freya extended her hand. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Dean. I’m sorry, I don’t remember our meeting.” “Oh, we haven’t. But I saw you two years ago, during Madam Wright’s birthday party,” the assistant said. “Oh, Aunt Gaby’s party,” Freya said, referring to Kenneth’s mother. “Do you need coffee, snacks, or tea?” Kirk asked. “Do you have oatmeal? It’s almost lunch,” Geneva said.

There's just so much to process. “You know I’ve got you, right? I’m going to be the best auntie to that little bean, and no matter what happens you are not alone in this,” Freya says as we head back up to the room I share with Deacon. I smile at her calling it Little Bean. It reminds me of my parent's nickname for me.

Yael said. Freya smiled. "You are just a child, but you already know a lot even when you are still young. Give mommy a hug." Freya closed her eyes as she hugged Yael. "Mommy's hard work was worth it. I am very thankful because I was blessed with a smart and kind son." "And I am very thankful because I have a mommy like you. Did you know mommy that Aunt Rian once told me about your sacrifices?" Yael said. "Really? What did she tell you?" Freya stood up and led Yael. They continued walking back to their little home.

I just wanted to go upstairs, wash the scent of wild forest off my skin, and get to my gallery. Instead, I’m standing in my foyer watching a mean-girls reunion unfold. “Sister-in-law,” Lucius's voice trails off, his dark eyes gleaming with pure mischief as he looks at me. He steps forward, gesturing to the pompous girl beside him with a dramatic sweep of his hand. “Where are my manners? Allow me to introduce Freya. She’s from one of the prominent Northern families... and, as the moon goddess would have it, she happens to be my mate.”

"Get her out of my sight. She means nothing to me. The pain was unbearable. My hand squeezed against my chest, my knees threatening to betray me, but I held onto Jenny. We held each other's gaze for a while, and then Brayden tilted his head with indifference, almost like he was daring me to challenge him. "I, Freya of the East End pack, accept your..." My stomach lurched as blood slurped from my lips. Faint whimper from my wolf howling inside me. Brayden was unmoved, his jaw hardened with his hands inside his pockets.

Put the flare gun down now! I ignored him and instead used my free hand to lightly tap the metal canister beside me. The canister emitted a crisp echo, sounding particularly piercing in the dead silence of the freezer. "That's Ms. Jameson's lifeline! In order to have an heir, she spent a whopping 200 million dollars to acquire it from an Almoran tribal chief! It's said to be top-tier genetics that occur once in a century! "As the quality control supervisor, I personally handled the warehousing procedures. You tell me—do I or do I not know how important it is?" I retorted.

But then Raina’s face crumpled, and she shook her head, as if dispelling the same dark thought. "And, Ny don't take me wrong, not like that," she rasped, pressing a trembling hand to her own hollow stomach. "I just meant... can I ever have what you have? A child of our blood? A legacy?" Nyma exhaled, her pulse still thundering. Raina was her sister-in-law—Aunt to her pup—but never its mother. That line could not, would not be crossed. Yet the raw ache in Raina’s voice was undeniable.

Drake turned to motion towards Angel, "My dear friend here is very hungry if you can give him something to eat, I will gladly get rid of any monsters you wish.” “We don’t have much but if you can kill those damn monsters we can certainly spare something.” They looked up to see an older version of the little girl holding a rifle. “Names Alexis Romanov and she’s my little sister, Akilina. Come in and we’ll talk.” Drake stood up, “That would be good.” He turns toward Angel again and holds out his hand. Angel walks ahead of Drake and they follow the girls into the Cabin.