Freya Beauchamp Novels & Stories

“You’re an omega, after all. No one with any sense will want a filthy Omega.” Omega. He spat the word like an insult, but I couldn’t even understand or care about what he was saying. I just wanted out! “Release me immediately.” I gritted my teeth. “You can’t do this.” “It’s already done.” My nails dug into my palms. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening. I wasn’t a bloody omega or whatever. I wasn’t some property to be sold. I was Freya Vaughn. And I would destroy every single person who thought they could take away my freedom.

Just before Helga could complete her sentence, Maisy cut her off. "Ok! Lia!" She said excitedly. She cupped her cheeks with both her hands. Her eyes were twinkling when she realized she called Amelia's name. Maisy walked to her and held both her hands. "Lia, I will forever serve you. I will be your most loyal maid!" Maisy shouted and smiled brightly at Amelia. "What are you saying," Amelia said while giggling. Helga was about to say something when she sees the bright smile plastered on Amelia's face. 'I guess this is fine too. I'm glad her mood got better' she thought.

she reiterated in a calmer tone, her heart aching as she confronted the fear in his eyes. "I am me, Dayton. I am Freya, an Ancient vampire who's lived over two thousand years. I've walked this world for millennia, leaving a trail of defeated enemies in my wake. I have fought immeasurable odds and have always been the last one standing at the end. When we were attacked all those years ago, they tried to kill me with their bullets and I took them out because they were threatening what was mine to protect. They were trying to take you from me, and they paid with their lives. I am more than capable of judging a threat and dealing with it accordingly. You appear to have forgotten that, my mate. Y

she answered, spitting the words into the prince’s face despite the terror gleaming deep in her pupils. Cedrik felt a twisted surge of admiration. He tightened his grip on her wrists, feeling her racing pulse beneath his fingers—an undeniable proof that, though she defied him, her body recognized the predator that had cornered her. Freya’s resistance was not merely physical; it was an affront to his lineage, his Alpha status, and the war he led. Yet the more she fought, the more he felt the need to have her under his control—not as another corpse among many, but as something he needed to unravel, possess, and eventually dominate.

Freya turned and saw what was happening and narrowed her eyes in pity but didn’t let it reach her heart because her bloodlust was far higher than her compassion. Licking her lips, she turned to Daphne who was ready to fight Freya. She could tell the difference in power. Freya was the Winter’s Witch, she is the strongest of Gaimore. On Persephone and Tristan’s level. “Well, well, one- actually two are down from your side.” She mumbled, drawing her sword slowly in a charming way. Daphne lowered her gaze and glanced at Vera compassionately.

“You are always all about yourself. Even at this moment that seems so crucial. You still can’t act kind for long. Shouldn’t you be ashamed of yourself?” He maintained a straight face. “Do you expect me to just sit here and lie to your face that I care?” “Oh, please.” She hissed. “Why not just wash your face and think of a way out.” Freya exhaled slowly, she should go to Callum and reassure him of her unshaken loyalty to him. Even though she would appear like a coward. She does not mind as long as revenge is achieved. “I will speak to Callum. I want that witch dead” She said with conviction gritting her teeth hard.

She explained, but I was far from understanding whatever they were saying. The only thing ringing in my head was, my supposed father was a ruthless Alpha. He sold my sister to a Lycan. He also banned everyone from talking about her... That was too much to take in. "How is Freya responsible for my condition?" I asked without looking up from the floor. I felt Daphne's gaze on me and she said. "Freya was born with a special gift, she can manipulate and change one's destiny. She is also a half witch." Daphne explained and I blinked.

“That’s obvious bluff.” Freya shook her head. “It would have been if she wasn't banking on the citizen's hatred for Dextera. She's earning their sympathy while making her the scapegoat for your ‘irrational action’ as she called it.” I instantly became overly alert. “No way! My girl has absolutely nothing to do with whatever predicament she and her goddaughter encountered.” “You should be familiar with her schemes by now.” Deucalion chipped in. “You know....the usual propaganda, manipulation and scapegoating thingy...”

he said solemnly. The elders turned and looked at the girl. She nodded at them with a radiant smile on her face. Then she placed her hand on top of the orb, her hand covering Ryan’s. Seeing him flinch, I knew he had felt the spark from the mate bond. “I, Freya Gladice Maddox, daughter of Beta of the Redmoon pack, seek the blessing of the Moon Goddess.” Freya, so that’s her name… And she was a beta heir from the Redmoon pack, yet another pack ambushed by the Moonstone pack…

“She doesn’t know. Neither does Damon. But the girl exists. They have tried finding her for years before they passed away. Kael and Evelyn believed her to be dead a long time ago. They never bothered looking. And now… she will return.” “Why now?” Lysandra asked cautiously. “Because,” I said, walking back to my chair and sitting down slowly, “when a stranger tries to break you, you fight. You scream. You claw your way to freedom.” I held up the photo. “But when blood turns on you, when your own sister is the one with the dagger… you hesitate. You don’t scream. You break from the inside.” I said calmly. “And there is nothing better to break a woman than her own sister. Her blood. If she had ma