Freya Beauchamp Novelas e Histórias

One way or another, this day would be the death of me, and at this point, I only had myself to blame. Freya had begun to walk down the aisle as the flower girls and bridesmaids came before her, more white petals flowing in the wind. Freya was beautiful, a picture-perfect princess. If it wasn’t for her personality or her mother or her plot to kill me, maybe I would’ve found it somewhere in my heart to care for her. I could only see the ugliness behind that artificial beauty, and it made my stomach recoil.

"I loved her! I love Sam." With those words spoken, somehow, Brittany gotten her to release me. I collapsed hard and couldn't really breathe, but I wasn't out. "Mothers don't try to kill their own blood." Freya pointed to me. "That woman is gifted, talented even, and she has a lover who loves her equally and unconditionally. Even in death—if you could even manage to do it—that would never break them. You would surely fail. Just like you did now." "She..." I tried to say but my throat felt crushed. "Succeeded in..."

Freya just sighed in her seat. She was beginning to get annoyed with whoever the princess is because she keeps making vows she couldn’t keep and end up causing trouble everywhere. She was glad that she would be able to at least help out this time because she’s a very good swimmer so before the argument gets bigger, she volunteered to go. “I will bring the mountain lilies, I just need directions because I can’t seems to remember the place” she declared and the Alpha commanded Remy to go with her.

Freya felt the feeling of distaste return to her stomach as she thought of that. The fair goddess stood abruptly, wearing a smile that Freya identified as fake. “I'm sorry for my manners, my Lady. I'm general Karen, the chief of Lord Draven's army.“ She shot a glance at Draven as she said her last words, but he was too busy looking elsewhere.

The first time Selena Campbell saw Freya Talmar was the very moment the latter tried to assassinate Frederick Lancaster, Selena's fiancé. Though Freya was quickly captured after her failed attempt, Frederick did not punish her. Instead, he found something unusual in the ragged, fierce young woman. "Are you really Henry Talmar's daughter?" Frederick asked, narrowing his eyes as he stared at the disheveled girl before him. "Lift your head so I can see you."

“I’m sorry I don’t follow.” Antonia and Ben look at each other and Ben nods. “Growing up I was fairly close to the Gamma female. As a child of the Beta, we were often together, and she was like a big sister to me. Freya came from Wye Moon, she was the sister to the Beta female, Bronwen. Bronwen was your mother’s aunt, on her mother’s side.”

Freya Day 19 of Captivity Tears leaked from my eyes as I sat in silence staring at the empty space across the room where Amy once sat. The smart young woman had been beaten to death over the space of six hours while the man with the long beard held my head in place so I couldn’t look away. I could still hear her screams and see her blood splatter against the wall as claws slashed through her skin. They said they were teaching us a lesson. Teaching me a lesson. We belonged to them now, and any attempt at escaping would be met with deadly force.

“Take care of her for me.” “On my life.” He swore as I turned and headed straight for the elevator. I could hear Freya trying to follow after me, but Darcia and the others caught her before she could move. Freya was a strong woman, a powerful witch, but she was also the future Luna and Cameron’s mate. I couldn’t risk anything when it came to Freya.

"Freya... It's me, Christine." Freya turned around slowly to see where the voice came from, and her eyes widened in astonishment. There, standing before her, was a young girl dressed in baggy jeans and a dark hoodie. Her long hair flowed down her back like waterfalls, giving her an ethereal appearance. The girl's presence felt like a beacon of hope in the midst of the battlefield's darkness. "You... you know me?" Freya stammered, her voice laced with confusion and curiosity, mingled with agony.

Freya "I am Freya Collins, an 18-year-old she-wolf from the Midnight Pack. The pack remained unaware of my wolf existence as I lacked a discernible scent, and I had no intention of revealing this aspect to them. Raised by my adoptive parents, Dad Lucas and Mom Rica, both esteemed pack warriors, I've been showered with love and support. Unbeknownst to the rest of the pack, my adoptive parents have been training me since childhood.