Efreet Mythology Novels & Stories

Freya struggled to set herself free from the grasp of the guard holding her in place, she knew she wouldn’t be able to get free of his grasp, she watched her mother come closer and closer to her with the knife she had used to kill Irie still in her hand, with her sister’s blood still dripping from the knife, with the tears still in her mother’s eyes. Freya knew that she would be killed by her own mother in a few seconds, at that moment of realization a great rage seized Freya and she made a silent prayer to the moon goddess, a plea that after her death her soul will be placed in the body of another so that her revenge will be taken on her mother. When the knife went into Freya’s body, after

Hecate instructs. Freya sweeps her hair to the side, revealing her bare back. Hecate presses her hands to the base of her neck, and light glows beneath her palms. When she pulls back, the triple moon mark shimmers, then fades. It’ll only appear when Freya is using her highest powers—but it’ll always connect her to the Goddess. “Congratulations,” Hecate says. “I’m so proud of you.” “Thank you,” Freya says, throwing her arms around her.

asks Elif, “This future event Fretez foresaw, how long until it happens?” “Five years. You just have to keep it safe for five more years, and then it will complete its purpose,” mother says as she lays her hand tenderly upon the crystal. Fretez was the Goddess of Light, who died long before Zarseti created us. Fretez also possessed the gift of prophecy, much more powerful than our mothers. Whatever she saw before her death, mother is intent on ensuring nothing gets in the way. We never knew Fretez, but the way mother has spoken of her, and the way she is touching the Orraikam, it is with sadness. The Orraikam is all that is left of her dear friend who in many ways was like her sister. I can’

I felt a presence, and when I opened my eyes, the Moon Goddess was standing before me. "Why have you called upon me, Freya?" She asked. "Why have you paired me with Alpha Rowland?" Freya asked, her voice trembling with emotion. "Why must I suffer again at his hands?" The Moon Goddess looked at her with compassion in her eyes. "Alpha Rowland is not the monster you believe him to be," she said. "He is a broken soul, scarred by his past, and in need of healing. It is not for me to judge him, but for you to guide him."

she snapped, “Let me remind you, my mate won’t forgive you if-" “Shhh.” Freya lifted a hand, “I would’ve thrown you into a brothel for daring to ruin my dress. But knowing we might become allies, I thought we could be pleasant. I am Freya, mother of Valtor’s first Queen who died at the hands of our enemies.” Crystal swallowed hard, absorbing the weight of that revelation. “Allies? I don’t understand,” she said after a beat. “And I’m not interested."

"What's going on that would put the Valkyries at the heart of danger?" She suddenly sensed how I was trying to game her, and then her face turned all serious. It wasn't much, but I sensed a small victory. "My name is Freya, the Goddess of Love, Sex, Lust, Beauty, Sorcery, blah, blah," Freya explained. "I also lead a group of people who can see the events of the future—here in Asgard, we call them Vovla, to everyone else, they are known as Seers. Which is what you are. A Seer."

Iris' brows fused as she frowned in confusion, "But Freya is dead. Hasn't she been dead for almost a thousand years? Dom said she was a human, no human could live this long. Lily, what type of joke-" Lily interrupted her, anticipating the anguished reaction, "Listen to me Iris, quietly! Freya was a human, yes! But she did not just die. After that war, Freya was the easiest target for anyone seeking revenge on Dom or any of us. Some such revenge-seeking humans managed to lure her and kidnap her. When Dom found out, he shook the Earth and skies to find her but it felt like the ground had swallowed her, she had vanished without a trace.

As she flashed the men before her a bright smile, she scanned them from head to toe. “Xain Judah… Samarth Carter… Yandel Harlow… Everyone’s here, I see. Did something happen?” The woman in red leather armor giggled. Xain stood up and introduced her to James. “James, this is Wynter Freya. You may not know about this, but her original form is a phoenix. As such, she possesses enormous strength.” “A phoenix?” James froze. As if having sensed his thoughts, Xain said with a smile, “Of course she’s slightly different from the phoenix of the Four Holy Beasts.”

This was undoubtedly a godly being. The fire dragon had always been a part of Freeca's myths. It had been said that back when the ancestors of Freeca were struggling to survive on this land against the other beasts of nature, a god had descended from the heavens on a fire dragon to help them get rid of all the beasts so that they would be able to survive. Ever since then, the Lord of Fire Dragons had been a part of Freeca's belief. Eventually, the Western influence made many people change their beliefs, despite still withholding their conservative mindsets.

The first hag replied. “Do not allow fear to get to you.” The second hag voiced. “You are still a higher being, blessed and favored by the moon goddess.” The third hag added and Freya blew out air sharply. “Alright, thanks. I've got to go.” Freya said, not wanting to stay back any longer. If not, her mind could start wavering again and might need another motivation to get her to leave. She walked away from the hags and began her journey, praying to the moon goddess and hoping that she would live to tell her story.