Freya Beauchamp Novels & Stories

"Yes, and since you don't remember me I'll gladly introduce myself to you once more." "I am Freya, the leader of the healers who reside in Hephalis,home to the mighty beast who soar above the limitations of mortals, my dear Skye," she uttered, and the lights suddenly flickered on and off, as a huge shadow casted down on the wall. And in front of me, was the same woman I was talking to seconds ago, but this time, she had a pair of huge fiery wings. What the hell is happening? Is this another nightmare?!

I wish the ground could just swallow me whole at the implications of what I am about to do. Alpha Reid commanded the guards to dismiss while I was told to move forward. "Is that true, young man?" he asked. "Yes. Your honor." Amarantha stepped down from her seat, somewhere close to Ryka, meandering towards me in her usual red aesthetic. "It had better be good, Kael," her voice was laced with every trace of warning. "Freya. She isn't human. She has a family here in Luparia and she is the last piece's daughter." I retorted.

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.

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.

She looked back one more time ,found out that he was no longer following her. The cool night breeze was the only consolation in her situation. She saw light coming from a far distance. "Please help me .."That was the last thing she said before fainting. When i opened my eyes i was in a room. "Why do i always end up in a room."Beth murmured. "I see you have woken up."The man said. "Let me go." "Is that what you say to someone who helps you." The room looked like a motel, the lights were not too bright making the room look like an interrogation room.

Swinging her purple hair to the wind with a bottle of beer and talking to Jayden seductively. They know each other? I froze. Freya always trapped men with her beauty,one her stepdad's uses for reaping from other Alphas. Something in my heart twisted for a second longer before Greek whispered. Is he the Alpha your father spoke about?

A dream that I would rather die in than wake up to the cruel world I had been introduced to. I repeated my outfit and went downstairs to meet with Racheal. “I didn’t quite get your name,” My head spun to her of their own accord and stared at her questionably. She shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t want to have to crack my head up cooking up on how I should address you,” she said plainly. Sly indeed. Since I wanted to play the fool’s game with her. I smiled and muttered, “I’m Freya.” “That’s a lovely name. I like it.” I held back the urge to bite. As if she didn’t like it I would cry to Artemis. Her thoughts were not viable to me.

She snapped. "Then hopefully it will die before it gets a chance to eat us," Freya, the pretty, blue-haired, blue-eyed witch, stepped from the darkness. "Zoey, just leave the damn thing." Zoey growled. "Are you sure you are a white witch, bitch?" Zoey questioned and Freya grunted, folding her fists, wishing she could punch Zoey over the mouth. The two had not been able to get along ever since Freya showed up. Freya was the most unruly one of the Cerulean sisters. If she had listened to her older sisters, Imogen and Beatrix, she wouldn't have been captured by King Lucifer.

I cannot let my baby die. Just as Kael took a slow, heavy step forward to surrender to Victoria’s demands, a dark shadow moved at the side of the room. Captain Freya, the head of Kael’s elite palace guards, stepped silently out from behind the velvet window curtains. She was a tall, fierce female warrior with sharp gray eyes and a deep scar running down her left cheek. She kept her leather boots light on the floorboards, her hand resting flat on the hilt of her silver sword. Freya did not look at Victoria. Instead, she locked her fierce gray eyes straight onto Kael.

I turned around slowly. Freya stood near the doorway, holding a digital chart against her medical coat. She was twenty-three, a junior neuro-researcher assigned to my mother's private floor. She was breathtaking in a quiet, effortless way, with long, dark hair tied back loose, warm almond eyes, and a soft, genuine smile that seemed entirely out of place in a world dominated by grief and cold tactical calculations.