Freya Beauchamp Novels & Stories

Azael and Selene where more than enough for me to handle. I stepped forward and rubbed my hand on my jeans before offering it to the girl. She hesitated for a second, glanced over at Savanah, who smiled back at her softly. She then took my hand in to hers and shook it, squeezing it a little harder than she needed to. I guess she was trying to show off some of the power she had, but I wasn’t interested in a dick sizing contest. I knew I could hold my own, or die trying. I had nothing to prove, and she was of no particular concern to me. I just wanted to know what she was doing in my back yard, and what she planned on doing. Then she could leave, letting me get on with what I needed to do to d

I couldn't fully hear Mason's reply, but, to be honest, I wasn't interested in listening once I heard the words 'who the fuck? “I'm Samael, Freya's friend. Look she can't talk right now, she's extremely upset. But I promise she is safe and well cared for. I will get her to call you back once she's calmed down, and she's ready to talk to you, ok?” Samael said quite bluntly but was polite.

, Christian asked when he noticed the one woman who wouldn't fear him. In his mind, he knew she was not broken, there was still some fight left in her and how he enjoys snuffing the fight from willed people. Eben grabbed some papers from a pile that was heaped on the table and send through the information there before he stumbled on Freya's information. "Freya McIntyre, twenty-eight, she's originally an Irish woman but an American citizen non the less. A PhD in psychology and human behavioral science…", Eben paused when Christian made a sound in his throat, a look of fascination on his face as he stared at the woman.

Before Alejandro can speak…I open my mouth to talk. “I am Fiona.” I reply and she smiles at me. I am Freya. She replies and I gasp. Freya is the name given to someone who is a destined speaker for the gods. No one can take the name Freya except she bears the mark of the dark wolf. I cannot believe that I am standing in front of her right now. It is absolutely unbelievable and shocking all at the same time. I don’t know what to say next and she slowly smiles at me.

Zita said to them. "Where is her mother? Has she mysteriously fallen ill?" Fiona said mockingly. Tracey sniggered. "I'm right here." A voice said boldly from the staircase. All eyes were at that direction-the staircase. Rebecca was at the landing, close to a step and held the handrail. Her curly hair fell on her shoulder; her dress was an off-the-shoulder dress with three steps designed on it. The jewel on her pendant glinted as the light from bulb reflected on it. Fiona rolled her eyes when she saw her.

“Speak no more. You didn’t call for me, I came on my own accord so of course I’m here to help “ she said and rolled her eyes and Ariel stared at her shocked. She still hasn’t digested the fact that this woman has just come out of the smoke she thought was going to kill her and worst of all, … the woman was a witch. Not waiting for Ariel to digest all that had happened, the witch who Ariel found her name to be Layla put her hand in her dress and took out a container. It had transparent liquid in it and she stared at it, shocked. “What is this? How will this help me?” She asked Layla. “It’s a wolfbane and….” “Isn’t this banned in the werewolf community?” She asked

“I do not shape the law of the stars, Alpha. I only read them. If you would protect her, then you must prepare for what is coming.” I steadied myself, though my heart hammered against my ribs. “Tell us everything. Tell us about her… about why she’s tied to me.” The elder leaned back, the shadows of the hall deepening across his face. His voice lowered, ancient and grave. “Freya was once a priestess of the Moon Goddess. She turned against her when power tempted her, hungered for dominion beyond the veil of death. When she was cast down, her body was caged in a vessel of iron and bone, hidden where even gods would not tread. Her spirit was left to wander, feeding only on fragments of fear, whi

she said proudly, causing Tiffany to laugh. Freya Meyer was one of Tiffany's best friends. She was a very short girl with short blonde hair that she usually let roam freely in curls around her face. Her strong spirit and determination allowed her to become the student body president when she ran for it last year, and Tiffany had ended up as her assistant. Freya was also transgender, and so it hadn't been easy. Even now some people sent disgusted looks at her as they passsed, some going so far as to call her 'Fred', which was the name she used to go by. Freya was already accomplished at ignoring these types of people and pretended as if she couldn't see or hear them, but Tiffany still sent de

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."

Damon called out "Darling please do be careful. You're still recovering from your twisted ankle." Freya was a handful and was quite energetic and adventurous which is quite surprising considering her condition. Damon and Clary had adopted her when she was 4 and had found out that she had weak bones and a weak immune system due to malnourishment by her neglecting birth parents. In the beginning months, Freya had been quiet and only really spoke to Max who had been 8 at the time. Freya always stayed close to Damon and Clary when others came near and was afraid of going outside.